Marty from ‘I Am Queer’ novel
Marty
Buck opened one eye and then the next as he stared at the reflection of a bed and some balding head peeking out of the rumbled sheets. Christ it even had teeth too but he cringed as he felt the hammers starting once more inside of his head. Shit, he wished they would just stop so he could moved but they seemed intent on doing nothing but hammer at his nerves. The noise inside of his head was way too loud but the damned clock radio was worse. He swore loudly as he moved his hand in a vain attempt to quiet the clock.
The pain of moving his arm made him moan loudly and that in turn set the hammers pounding even harder. His head was definitely ready to explode or at best, fall off. If it exploded it would make too much noise so he silently prayed for it to just fall off. The rumbling in his stomach didn’t help either and he clenched his fist as the throbbing of his temples increased with each waking movement. Christ, he was getting too old for this shit, so he thought as he tried to push the thin cotton bed sheet off his aching body.
Christ this hurts, I am getting too old for this shit, but fuck, I think I had fun, now if I can just make it to the damn bathroom, fuck my gut hurts, shouldn’t have done those shooters but then again, man my head hurts too, I gotta get a grip, fuck its already 8, fuck it, come on feet move it, I gotta get into the shower, oh man this hurts.
Staggering some and almost toppling into his large dresser, Buck managed to get out from the bed and make it towards the bathroom. He took one look at his reflection in the wide mirror and he felt the churning rising up inside of his stomach. He tried but it was not going to work, not this early and he raced for the open toilet bowl. Falling to his knees he leaned over the toilet bowl and hurled.
He hated puking, it hurt and always made his stomach ache for hours after, but as the liquid gung came pouring out, the hammering in his head eased a little as did the wrenching pain around his belly. Christ he hated this, and only the last couple of months did he find himself doing more and more puking. For a brief second he had to admit, he was feeling his 53 years and as he spit the last of the bile out of his throat he sighed.
The crisis was over for the moment as he flushed the toilet once more, and reached for the can of aerosol and sprayed the room. It no longer had that sickly sweet stench of puke but instead was replaced by an even sweeter scent of supposed lilacs. Christ how could they call that lilac, it smelt more like some damn baby shit and he made a mental note to try a different fragrance once this can was empty, which at this rate might be sooner than he had thought. It was his fifth straight night of being out and his second day of having to work but he had should them, he still could party with the youngest of them and that had to count for something.
Splashing cold water on his ancient face, he felt more relieved as the hammering had been reduced to a dull thumping now and he could focus his bloodshot eyes on the ashen face in the mirror. Christ he looked 80 today and there would be talk at the office if he didn’t get his ass in gear and fix his face. Sighing, he dropped his shorts and hurriedly entered the shower, gradually turning the stinging hot needles to a more frigid temperature, letting the warm water first ease his muscles and the knots inside, then gradually letting the colder spray revive his sagging spirits.
The water was working its magic and the thumping inside his head eased some more, but he still couldn’t shake the queasiness in his stomach. He knew he needed some coffee and toast but he just didn’t time. Fuck, he didn’t even time for his morning pleasure of letting the hot water play over his stocky 5ft 8in body while he jerked off. Christ, what the hell was his life coming to when he didn’t even manage to have time to get off in the morning? He shook his head as he turned off the water and grabbed for the towel to dry is short cropped hair. Least that didn’t take long and quickly managed to get his ass out of the shower, despite the rather obvious ache in his groin, but even as he towelled down, he could feel the effects of last nights drinking, as his normally aroused dick was still frigging soft as hell.
Buck slung his suit jacket over his arm as he quickly fled down the stairs towards the kitchen. He saw that his father was up and about and he poked his head into the musty living room and hollered a hello and goodbye as he hurried out the door. He had barely time to chisel away the mornings frost and snow from his car, a relatively inexpensive 1999 VW Beetle. He didn’t care for the car all that much, but it did get him a discount rate on his auto coverage, and according to all the data, it was one of the safer cars for the money, and after all, he should know, it was his job.
The drive to the train station was faster than he thought and as he pulled up he saw him. The skinny kid that seemed to always be at the station on Wednesday mornings, and he could finally feel some life down in his groin. He still hadn’t figured out a way to talk to the kid, and he did wonder what his story was. All he did know was that for the last three months, every Wednesday morning, this kid was at the platform. He always had on the same jacket, a rather worn ski jacket with very old ski tags on the zipper. He rarely wore anything on his head and from what he had seen; he kind of liked the look of him.
The kid couldn’t be more than maybe 19 or 20 but hopefully was just 18 because that was Buck’s fantasy age. He loved to dream about young men of that age and this kid sure did fit his dreams nicely, in fact it helped pass the time of day while the train chugged its way to
He was so engrossed in checking out the young kid that he didn’t see Rolly Vernon drive up and park and run up to the platform until Rolly slapped him on the back. His head almost came off his shoulders as he swivelled around to stare into Rolly’s eyes. Christ the guy wasn’t bad looking even for a man of 38, and Buck did enjoy the way his basket looked, but that was as far as he ever got. Shit, he wished he could stop relying on an imagination and start getting some of the fucking action his body craved. Maybe he could get Rolly drunk one night and see what could happen, but he knew that was just one more fantasy that would go unfulfilled.
Rolly “Man didn’t think you’d make it this morning, you sure were tanked last night.”
Buck “Shit, that was nothing, but I gotta admit, the old head ached for a bit this morning, didn’t see you putting away too much though, what’s the matter, you younger types can’t handle it?”
Rolly “Christ, I am 38, don’t know that I want to relive my college days now, besides, it was a working day.”
Buck “Hell everyday is a working day it seems, so any plans for tonight?”
Rolly “Hell I am staying home, got this girl coming over, lot safer than going drinking with you, even if you are my boss.”
Buck “Haha, well just wanted to make sure you settled in okay, a girl huh? Serious or just a one nighter?”
Rolly “Not serious serious but gotta tell you, she has the greatest pair of legs a guy could ask for.”
Buck “Well sounds like you are set for the night, good think its hump day, haha”
Rolly “Shit you are bad, haha, yeah I sure hope so, you really hitting the bars again tonight?”
Buck “I don’t know, maybe not, after all tomorrow night is bowling league, so I might just can the bar scene, maybe I’ll see if that red head up in accounting wants to go our for dinner, could use a shag myself come to think of it, haha”
Rolly “The redhead? The one with the tits out to the door? Man good luck, heard she’s a real cold one.”
Buck “Yeah? Hmm, always been friendly to me, well we’ll see I guess, depends what’s on tap for the day, shit, here comes old faithful, wish they’d retire this one and put one of those new one’s on, I hear the seats don’t bite you every two feet. Haha”
The squeal of brakes and hiss of released air prevented any further conversation, which was just as Buck wished for. His head still hurt and the idea of having to talk about anything was still a chore, let alone discuss some damn fish. Christ, one day he wished he could just come out and talk about a cute guy instead of making up some dream date with a woman. It really was annoying that at his age he still had to play the game, even though he had been with Great American Assurance Group for 30 boring years but he wanted that pension and so he kept his real self hidden, one more causality of being gay in Connecticut.
As he boarded his train car, he turned for one last look at the young kid and he stopped in his tracks. The kid was staring straight at him and was rubbing his crotch, as if signalling him and he felt a sudden erection in his pants that was painful even. Rolly pushed at his back and he realized that he was being stared at. He just couldn’t get the kids face out of his thoughts as he more or less stumbled into the train.
Rolly “Hey what’s with you?”
Buck “Nothing, sorry, uh that kid back at the station…”
Rolly “You mean Marty? The skinny kid in the old ski jacket?”
Buck “Yeah, you know him?”
Rolly “Yeah, he lives with some old lady down the block from me.”
Buck “Yeah? What’s his story, he’s been hanging around the station every Wednesday for the last bit, kind of looks bit suspicious.”
Rolly “Yeah, noticed that too, don’t know but in the summer he tries to hustle the neighbourhood for odd jobs, you know mowing the lawn, that shit.”
Buck “Doesn’t he go to school? Christ he looks young.”
Rolly “17 or 18 now I think, not sure, from what I have heard, he’s just into being a bum, scams for money anyway he can I hear, usually see him down by the liquor store on weekends.”
Buck “What a waste, kids today huh?”
Rolly “Yeah I suppose so. Glad I don’t have any.”
Buck “Well as long as you keep a raincoat in your pocket you can keep it that way, haha, come on let’s grab a seat, my bones ache from last night.”
The train ride into
He liked the name ‘Marty’ but his mind was more interested in what lay beneath those faded pants. Christ, the kid had legs that he would love to feel wrapped around his own trunk and the way Rolly described him, the kid just might be open for a proposition, the only trouble really was how to find out if he would be or not? Rolly did say the kid hung out at the local store on Friday’s but he wanted him tonight, hell he wanted him now.
Images of the kids basket floated before him and he wondered just how hung was the kid? Did he have a cut or uncut cock? Was it thick and meaty or was it one of those skinny types that dug way inside? Hell, he didn’t really care but it was entertaining to think about, and it did make the normally boring train ride go faster. He just knew that he had to find a way to meet ‘Marty’ and find out for himself, just what was under those pants. He knew it was crazy and as he climbed down onto the train platform, he knew in his heart that he would most likely do nothing, but damn it, sure would be nice if this once he actually did try.
Buck spent his day as usual except today; well it just wasn’t the same. For some reason all he could think of was those haunting eyes, the kid staring at him while rubbing his crotch. Was it a coincidence or was had the kid targeted him, and how the fuck would he even know if Buck was into guys? Shit, the more that time passed and neared quitting time the more his mind wandered to those few seconds as he climbed the train steps.
Was he reading too much into it? Maybe the kid was just watching the old farts going off to work and got an itch? Didn’t mean he was staring at Buck or signalling him, now did it? But shit, the kid was looking at him, he could feel the eyes on him before he had turned around, so was the rub an itch or a signal? Why would he be looking at him in the first place so no, it couldn’t be anything else but a signal?
Hell Rolly said the kid was always scamming for money, maybe he was hustling more than mowing jobs? Shit in the dead of winter with all the snow on the ground, the kid had to be short of money, and what teenager saved their money? It had to be a signal but how was he going to find out for certain?
Even if it was a signal, how was he supposed to respond or better yet, reply to that signal? He sat at his desk, pondering it despite the mounting piles of paper and he groaned as he finally shook his head and looked at the inbox. Christ, he was falling behind and all because of some kid rubbing his crotch at the railway station. He had to be nuts but he just couldn’t concentrate and so he leaned back in the chair to try to figure it all out. He knew that it could be risky, after all you heard about these kids who set up older gays, to rob them or worse, blackmail them and the kid had seen him talking with Rolly, who he had to know, so was this a set up? Was this ‘Marty’ really just looking for a fast buck or was he looking to make a score?
Sitting there, he wondered how the kid would connect with anyone if he only signalled in the morning? He hadn’t seen him back on the platform when he came back at night but then again, he never did go straight home either. He always went out for a drink at a few of the local bars first, usually heading home on the 11 or 12 train, but if he was just a working stiff, if he didn’t make other stops, he’d be on the 8 and maybe that was when the kid would be there? It fit, the kid had to know the schedules, had to know that the guys heading off on the 9 would return on the
His hand moved off the arm of his chair to sit now in his lap and he pushed it slightly against his inner thigh where he could feel the heat rising. The soft flesh wasn’t so soft as his fingers gently pushed against his suit pants. The image of ‘Marty’ standing by the luggage racks filled his vision and he felt his own cock starting to stiffen even more. Christ, he was sporting a full sized boner in seconds and all he had done was think about the kid, what the hell would it be like if he actually could hook up with him?
Just the idea of actually considering trying made him hornier than he had ever been before and he was feeling uncomfortable, wondering if maybe a trip to the john was in order, or should he maybe wait, keep it for later and Marty? Christ, like he was going to luck out and he shook his head and tried to get some paperwork done before he was snowed under. He hated not having a clear desk at the end of the day but he couldn’t help it, his mind and thoughts were just too occupied with Marty. His excitement was tempered by his fear too, because despite being 53 years old, his last real sexual experience with any person, other than his two hands, was over 30 years ago when he was just a kid and in the Navy.
Christ he enjoyed those times, when it didn’t matter to him what others thought or anything, and besides, shipboard life on a Carrier was like one sexual adventure after another. No one gave much of a shit if you got sucked off or not by a guy, it was considered just sex, a way to relief a person until shore leave, not like it was now. God how he hated how the world had changed, all that liberal crap but then he never was one for politics. He voted just as his father voted and his father before him and so on. He was rather proud of that too,that he could trace his families voting record way back past even the Civil War era.
Mind you, the Republicans weren’t really all that much better than the Democrats, but at least they didn’t go so far overboard into all that social crap, like national health plans or such. People needed to work for what they got, not have it all given to them on a damn silver platter, paid for out of his hard earned salary. The anger was coming again and he was kind of glad, because he was way too hyped up about this Marty and his idea of how to approach him.
That is what had him stumped, and he wished he knew more about how to get out and approach someone, specially a kid. He didn’t exactly want to have a whole bunch of people watching but if he was right, and the kid waited for the 8 train, he really didn’t have a choice. Maybe if he just walked by? No, that wouldn’t work to well, there were lots of people who passed by, but how could he stop so the kid would maybe come to him?
Buck scratched his head and once more he was turned away from his work to think about ‘Marty’ and what it might mean. Christ it had been way too long since anyone had touched his body other than himself and he was uneasy about that, wondering if he’d blow it or, always an ‘or’ it seemed. Fuck he’d worry about that once he made the deal, but first, how to make the fucking deal. Christ he wished he could find some answers, maybe hit one of those adult chat rooms but he also knew the company policy, hell he had helped implement it so he was rather fucked on that score.
No fucking way was he going to risk 30 years to check out pick up lines but there was a cyber café not far from his office building. He could go there but then he’d most likely miss the 8 train so that wasn’t going to help him. Fucking hell, how the hell did people do this? Sitting there watching the clock slowly tick away the time he reached inside his shirt pocket and fumbled around with his fingers until he realized that he didn’t have a cigarette package in his shirt pocket. He had given up smoking almost 25 years ago and here he was reaching for one again.
His whole body shook as he laughed at that, wondering just when did the cravings for a smoke finally go away? As his belly shook to his laughter he suddenly stopped in mid guffaw and sat upright in his chair. That was it, that was the way to make contact with ‘Marty’.
All he had to do was buy a package of cigarettes at the station on the way home, and then walk by the kid, stop at the luggage bay and fumble for a cigarette and then for a light. He could then turn to the kid and ask him if he had a light; that would work. At least it would give him an excuse to talk to him, to hear his voice too and no one looking on would think it strange, just some guy bumming a light.
With that problem solved he felt much better and suddenly he was able to concentrate more on his work and he dived into the inbox, quickly finishing half the stack before once more glancing at his office clock. His eyes sparkled and his heart took a bit of a leap as he saw that he had killed almost all of the remaining time, and now he felt a slight sense of apprehension as he realized that he was actually getting close to maybe doing something instead of just dreaming about it. Tiny beads of sweat popped up on his forehead and he gave it a quick wipe, feeling his pulse racing just a bit faster and he knew he had this crazy grin on his face, but shit, it was exciting, to just think about it.
He felt so alive and so scared too. What if Marty just tossed him a match or hell what if he wasn’t even there when he got off the train, then what? He would be stuck going home early which he really wasn’t into but it wouldn’t hurt; besides his father would most likely enjoy the company. Shit, what if Marty was there and they did make a deal? He couldn’t take him home could he? That would be asking for trouble, so now he had another problem. Christ, no wonder he hadn’t had any sex in a long time, all these things one had to plan for, and what about condoms? Shit, he could grab some from the bathroom downstairs but then, what if someone saw him?
This was getting too complicated, get a grip Buck old boy and think this out, if you make an ass out of yourself you could throw everything away, and this is risky, come on you know the odds, its more likely the kid will not even be there, so why take the chance? Go to the bar as usual, but damn it would be nice, wouldn’t it?
I don’t have much time, gotta make up my mind, its either go or not go, but shit, he’s exactly what, but where do we go if he agrees? Do we set it up for later? Hell no, I don’t want to wait for later, riskier if I do that to, gives him more time to set something up, if he hasn’t already.
Christ this is like work, planning, plotting, but I can’t wait, either I go for it now or I don’t… Shit, I am going for it, he most likely won’t be there anyways so this worrying is for nothing, and I could use a quiet night, not as young as I want to think, and last night was rough, besides Dad could use the company.
With his mind made up Buck quickly tossed off a few more reports and felt better that at least he wouldn’t be all that far behind. Besides, if everything worked out tonight, he’d be in a great mood to finish it off in the morning and so he just left the remaining papers in his inbox and stood up to get ready to head out the door. He still needed to pick up a package of cigarettes and some condoms from the machine and his mind was on that when he headed out the door and almost ran over Rolly.
Rolly “Wow, you are in a hurry to leave, don’t tell me that redhead said yes?”
Buck “Huh? Oh, uh no, sorry, just want to catch the 8, you know how it is, think I need the time alone.”
Rolly “Yeah? I suppose, uh look, I am staying in town, could you drop another nickel in for me? I won’t be going back out tonight, least I am sure hoping I won’t, haha”
Buck “Haha, uh yeah sure, it’s the Volvo wagon right?”
Rolly “Yeah, thanks boss, uh see you in the office I guess.”
Buck “Yep, don’t forget bowling tomorrow night, and good hunting tonight.”
Rolly “Yeah, haha I sure hope so, thanks.”
The train was approaching his stop at last and he could feel the sweat on the palms of his hands, as he wiped them for the umpteenth time on his pants. Christ he really was nervous as part of him was trying to draw back, to not get excited but the way his damn dick was acting, you would have thought it was a done deal already. He knew that if he didn’t spot ‘Marty’ he’d be in a real funk, and a stop at the local liquor store would become a priority but then again, it might be anyways if ‘Marty’ was there.
He was standing by the door long before the slow hiss and squeal of brakes began to make their announcement and for some reason he was feeling like a kid straining at the leash to enter the candy store. God he needed to get a grip or for sure he’d blow this whole thing. Shit, just the word ‘blow’ started to get him even harder and he knew that he was risking way too much but he couldn’t help it.
Buck waited impatiently as the train finally ground to a halt and as the conductor threw open the door, he was already stepping past him in an effort to be first out. He didn’t even notice the soft flakes of snow that were falling or the cold brisk air that greeted him or even feel the crunch of his feet as they crushed down on the fallen snow. His eyes were narrowed and focused on the luggage area, seeking his target but as he stepped forward and people began to push past him, his heart sagged as he saw nothing, no one standing by a post, nothing.
He cursed silently to himself as his head did another quick take over the area that was lit by the harsh glare of floodlights. The snow swirled and looked mysteriously haunting as they floated in the glare of modern lights but he didn’t care, all he knew was he had wasted his time, wasted money on cigarettes and condoms because there was no ‘Marty’ there and he shook his head sadly. Well, at least he would get a good night’s rest but fuck, he really had wanted this to work out but as usual, he had let his imagination run away with him and so he started to head off towards where his car was, when he remembered he had promised Rolly that he’d get a second ticket for Rolly’s car.
Buck turned to head back towards the station, when he saw the small puff of frosted breathe come from the storage lockers. He stopped as he stared to see if it was possible and his pulse was once more racing. There, right next to the lockers stood a tall young man, all bundled in an old ski jacket and he was stomping his feet and blowing into his hands to keep warm and Buck realized that it was Marty.
Without even thinking he hurried up the platform back towards the luggage bays and the lockers. Christ how stupid could he have been not to notice him there, but he realized as he grew closer that the lockers were also next to the public washrooms. Naturally the kid would be close to there, he must have been inside and the idea of Marty standing over a urinal, his zipper undone only made Buck’s head ache and his own dick grow harder.
As he approached closer he saw the young boy’s head turn and notice him. He stopped for a second as he saw the boy carefully look at him, his eyes not leaving Buck’s face and Buck felt a strange glow inside, something he hadn’t felt before. It really was weird and he fumbled with his hand, reaching for the pack of smokes as he saw the boy just keep staring, his eyes sort of asking him, or questioning him. Shit, if he was scared, what was Marty thinking? Maybe he had the same fears too, but then the growing throb in his groin made him stop his thinking and push forward.
With each step closer he saw that Marty never blinked, never moved and as he came within shouting distance, he saw the one hand move down from out of his jacket pocket and shift down to rub at his thigh. His eyes couldn’t help themselves as they followed the slow motion of Marty’s hand and he found himself licking his lips as his mind wondered just what those pants contained. Was the kid hung or was it a sock rolled up to get his attention?
Shit who cared about all that crap anyways? All he wanted to do was finally realize something that resembled one of his dreams, and looking at Marty, the way the thin lips seemed to be inviting him, how could he refuse? His step quickened as he came closer now, and he could still feel the eyes on him as his own eyes were glued to the boy’s crotch, the way Marty had his fingers spread slightly apart, pushing towards the groin.
The hand stopped its scratching motion, stayed resting on the exposed crotch, the faded ski jacket hitched up a little so that more of the groin was showing and Buck couldn’t help himself, as he licked his lips and fumbled with the unopened cigarette pack. God, the kid looked so damn hot and as he thought about it, he realized he was almost within a foot of the boy, time for him to get his head up and see if he was still only dreaming or was it true, that dreams could come true.
Somehow he managed to look up and he saw the boy’s face for the first time. Marty was obviously young, he still had one or two acne pimples on his relatively clean shaved face. There wasn’t really much of a shadow anywhere, and the yellowish glow from the station platform lights made his skin look a bit sallow, but Buck knew that it was in fact a milky white complexion, one he would love to run his hands across.
Buck could see a strange curl of a smile on the boy’s lips and it only made him feel hornier. How the hell could someone all bundled up for winter look so damn inviting, and the way he looked, just his expressions were enough. For a brief moment he thought that he could just nod his head and Marty would come to him, but then he remembered where he was and he also recalled his plan. His hands started to unwrap the cigarette package when the voice intruded on his jumbled thoughts. His eyes were a bit glazed by his fantasy but he knew that voice, even though he had never heard it before. It was Marty’s voice.
Marty “Uh, got a spare smoke?”
Buck “Huh? Oh, uh, yeah sure, uh, here, help yourself.”
Marty “Thanks… uh, aren’t you having one?”
Buck “Oh, I don’t, uh, yeah, sorry, uh, hang on a second, I just have to get a parking pass for a friend.”
Marty “Sure, if you want.”
Buck “Huh? Yes, I mean, sure, back in a minute.”
Buck rushed away, his heart was beating a thousand miles per second or so it seemed to him and he needed to catch his breathe. This was too perfect and at the back of his mind he could hear the nagging doubts and cautions but Christ, Marty looked so damn hot up close, and his voice, oh shit was it ever so sweet, and yet it had that masculine tinge to it, almost commanding in a way and it was driving him crazy. God he wanted this kid bad and he hurried in getting the parking extended on Rolly’s car and then he turned to see Marty standing right where he had been, leaning against a locker and puffing on a cigarette, but he was looking at him and deep in his belly he knew that his dreams were going to come true.
It had to be minus 10 at least and yet he could feel the sweat rolling down from his forehead, never mind the rivers that were pouring down under his arms or down his back. Christ this was worse than his high school prom night but as he hurried back to where Marty stood, he recalled that he sure did have a good time on that prom night. Buoyed by that memory that was dulled by time, he walked a little more confident but with the same enthusiasm.
Buck “Sorry, had to make sure they knew he had added time to his ticket, he’s uh, staying in town, getting lucky I think”
Marty “Yeah? Well that’s cool, so uh, here’s your smoke man, thanks.”
Buck “Sure, uh no problem, uh, you got a light?”
Marty “Yep, here. So you heading into town by any chance?”
Buck “Huh? Oh, yeah I guess, maybe stop and pick up a bottle or something.”
Marty “Yeah? Say, can you give me a ride into town then?”
Buck “Sure”
The walk to his car was like walking on cloud nine. Christ he felt so damn ecstatic and he could feel the lump in his pants and instead of trying to hide it from the young man, he did everything he could to let it be known and he was certain that Marty had checked it out but he wondered how he could approach him. The idea of being alone with him in his car was also intoxicating and he was even whistling a little as he popped open the car door for his young friend.
He was very nervous as he wheeled the car out of the parking lot and headed down the road towards town. His whole body felt like he was standing precariously on the edge of a huge cliff, as his hands grew tight on the wheel. Marty had barely spoken since their brief conversation at the lockers and now he wondered if maybe he had been wrong about him, maybe all the kid did want was a ride into town?
Marty “Nice car.”
Buck “Huh, oh yeah, it’s not bad, good on gas.”
Marty “Yeah? I want to get a car one day, but something sporty, you know?”
Buck “Uh huh, but they are hard on gas, never mind the insurance.”
Marty “Yeah always comes down to that, money I mean.”
Buck “Yeah, uh, guess so, most things uh do, so uh, I am Buck by the way..”
Marty “Marty.”
Buck “Marty huh? Nice name, so Marty, uh what do you do for money?”
Marty “This and that, whatever turns a buck, you know?”
Shit do I make him an offer or what? This isn’t easy; fuck what if he just means odd jobs and not sex? Fuck I don’t even know how to get to that topic, should I just blurt it out? Fuck.
Buck “Whatever huh, that covers uh a lot of things, just a jack of all trades huh?”
Marty “Yeah as long as the pay is worth it, don’t mind what the job is, if you know what I mean.”
Christ, it really is going to happen, I can feel it but how, I don’t know what to say next, fuck this is hard, but so is something else and God he is so fucking hot looking, I don’t know if I can stand this.
Buck “I think I do, uh, maybe, maybe I have something for you.”
Marty “Yeah? What did you have in mind?”
Buck “Well, I uh, I mean, just how, uh, couple of things cross my mind, uh, I guess, not uh sure what you are, or uh, if.”
Marty “Shit, not much bugs me, like I said, as long as the money is good, don’t care. So, Buck, guess you looking for something uh, personal?”
Buck “uh huh.”
There was silence as Buck managed to stare at Marty for a few seconds. It was there, he could see it in his eyes as Marty gave him a sort of ‘got ya’ type smile and Buck felt his heart pump a little faster as the kid slowly moved his eyes away from Buck’s face and looked straight down at Buck’s crotch. There was no mistaking the very hard lump that he had and he knew that his hopes were about to be filled.
Marty “So, you got a place we can go to, or what?”
Oh Shit, now what does he do? He should have planned this better, maybe even rented a motel room, there was a Motel Six at the other end of town, and maybe they could go there? Sure as fuck couldn’t go to his place, not with his Dad there.
Buck “Uh, no, not really, least not where uh… I mean…”
Marty “Okay, uh, there, see that exit, take the parkway turnoff then, there is a good spot there where we can uh, discuss your job offer, yep that’s the one, the cops don’t bother and its not well known either, that suit you?”
Buck “yeah, uh sure.”
The palms of his hands were slippery from the sweat but he held onto the steering wheel as he drove along, following the boy’s instructions. In a sense he felt apprehensive, wondering if there would be others there, to rob him maybe or worse to beat on him but a quick glance at Marty and he felt better. God the kid was hot looking, his eyes though, they were so lifeless in a way but the way his nostrils flared as he breathed and all, he couldn’t stop now no matter what.
Marty “Okay, just follow that road there, the one that forks to the right, that’s it. Okay it’s only a bit further, there, see the tracks… just pull in there a bit.”
He barely saw the tracks in the mounting snow fall but he managed to slowly edge the car along them, as thoughts of wondering what would happen if he got stuck in here? There was dense brush all around and he heard some of the branches brushing along the side of the car as he nosed it in further. Huge trees stood all around and the car became even darker as the trees covered the car. The swirling snow around the front and back windows added to the unreal sense and his heart was pounding so loud and hard he thought he might have a heart attack.
Finally he stopped, and as he did he let out a sigh, and he felt his body as it remained rigid and his hands were still glued to the steering wheel. He was afraid to turn and even look at Marty who was removing his ski jacket, or so it sounded to him. He didn’t want to turn the car off either, and he felt frightened, unsure what to do next.
Marty “So, uh, what’s your pleasure?”
Buck “Huh? Pleasure, uh…”
Marty “What are you into? You know…”
Buck “Whatever, uh, I mean, everything I guess.”
Marty “Shit… this your first time Buck? You don’t strike me as the shy type…”
Buck “It has been a while, uh, guess I am out of practise, haha”
Marty “Oh… uh, so what is it you want Buck? You want a hand job? Suck me off? Which?”
Buck “Uh, well, uh, maybe you could uh, do me?”
Marty “I don’t suck cock, don’t kiss either and no way do I take it up the ass, other than that…”
Buck “Oh, you don’t, uh kiss even?”
Marty “Nope, I am just doing this for the money man, that’s all.”
Buck “Oh, I see, well, uh, I don’t know…”
Marty “Seats go back?”
Buck “Yeah, you pull that knob there and…”
Marty reached back and pulled and his seat went straight back and he turned his young body towards Buck and with his eyes glued to Buck’s face, he reached down and undid the top button of his jeans, the popping sound startling Buck and he twitched in his seat. It was a motion that didn’t escape Marty’s eyes and Buck saw a smile growing on the boys face as his own eyes moved back down towards Marty’s crotch.
The fingers yanked hard and the raspy sound of the zipper going down echoed in the silence of the car, only the soft sound of snow falling and the wind gently blowing was left as Buck stared at the white band of Marty’s under shorts. He licked his lips and for the moment, he didn’t care if Marty kissed, sucked, or whatever, it was just enough to gaze at the young boy’s body slowly becoming visible to his hungry eyes.
Marty “Why don’t you push your seat back?’
Buck “Uh, yeah sure…”
Marty reached out and took Buck’s hand from off the steering wheel and laid it across the open part of his crotch. He let Buck’s hand touch him and he could feel the trembling shudder that suddenly filled Buck’s entire body. For a second or two Buck struggled to even breath as he felt the warmth seeping up from the thin cotton material of Marty’s underwear. He felt the soft lump of flesh and his fingers started to trace the outline of the tube shaped object that was Marty’s cock.
The toes in his shoes curled a little and he had this throbbing ache in his own groin as his fingers slowly moved along the growing lump of flesh now. The heat was growing too as Marty guided his hand along the now semi hard penis. He couldn’t help it, his eyes were glued to that spot as he saw his hand touching the boy’s groin. It was better than he had imagined and he licked his lips as he slowly raised his eyes to stare at Marty.
Marty “Feel good?”
Buck “yeah”
Marty “So, what do you say? You want to taste it or you want me to do you, I got good hands man.”
As he said the words, Marty moved one hand across the small space between the seats and he rubbed his hand down Buck’s thigh. He could feel Buck’s desire and he knew he had him hooked as his fingers pressed inwards, shifting the hard penis that was inside. He could feel a small wet stain too and he knew that this wouldn’t be a long trick either.
Buck “Oh shit, that is nice, uh, yeah I do, uh, how, I mean…”
Marty “$20 if you just want me to do you, another $20 if you want to do me too.”
Buck “Uh, do you, uh, hand or…”
Marty “either, $40 for both.”
Buck “Fuck, I… yeah, I uh…”
Marty “Put your seat back, and undo your pants, and I’ll do the rest, okay?”
Marty “more than okay, oh yeah…”
He could barely get the words out as his mind was already reeling with the strange feelings that were running up and down his entire body. He wasn’t a tall man, but every part of his 5ft 8in body was in total heaven. He couldn’t explain it but he felt like he was in a dream world, the way he felt himself suddenly laying almost prone in his car. The sound of snow falling made it even more surreal as he quickly undid his pants and pulled the zipper down.
Marty’s hands were suddenly pulling down on his pants and he raised his buttocks to let them fall down towards his knees. He heard the soft whirr as Marty turned on the heater’s fan and he felt the warm air curling up from under the dash as he turned his face to see the boy leaning across him. Marty’s pants were still open and he saw the boy push them down too as he then leaned across, his upper body now on top of Buck’s stomach.
His ear length blond hair now filled his eyes as Marty rested himself on Buck’s body. Buck moved one hand to rest it on top of Marty’s shoulder as a strange pair of hands started to gently poke at his groin. His boxer shorts were gently being pushed down and once more he found himself lifting up his buttocks as the shorts were pulled out of the way.
Marty pushed his hands slowly along the belly, feeling the flesh shake and he could hear Buck sucking in his breath as he slowly massaged the rather hairy skin. He could see the hard cock sticking up at him and he held back a slight gagging sound. The man scent filled his nostrils and he started to slowly work the upper pubic hairs above the hard pole. With his fingers lightly touching the base of Buck’s 6-½ inch long cock Marty could feel Buck already breathing heavy.
His hands now moved around the throbbing penis, two fingers now slowly moved around the base, resting their own flesh against the hot flesh of the 1-¼ inch thick cock. Marty could feel the blood pulsing back and forth and he started to slowly slide his two fingers up the pole, and as more of the pole came exposed, he wrapped more of his fingers around it, and he leaned back, letting his head push up the shirt and he could hear the soft gurgling sounds of Buck’s stomach.
Up the hard pole he went, his hands holding the flesh softly, just running his hand up until it reached the head, where he then suddenly released the pole, and now ran his index finger just under the cap of the head, the cut cock started to jerk as it felt the fingernail sliding underneath and he could hear Buck murmuring now and as he made his third pass under the cock he could smell the man scent of Buck as it became even stronger now.
His fingers moved away and he ran the palm of his hand over the hot bulging head, feeling the sticky warmth of Buck’s oozing pre cum. He let the palm of his hand now run down one side of the cock and then back up to once more gather up the thick cream and this time he slid the hand down the other side and then slowly he started to work the sticky pre cum around the entire pole, speeding up his motion as Buck’s breathing grew even faster and more shallow with each press of Marty’s hand.
With Buck’s cock coated in his own pre cum, Marty now gripped the hard cock at the base and started to pull up and down on the throbbing pole. He could feel the muscles in Buck’s stomach contracting and rolling back and forth as his hand slowly started up the quivering pole. He felt the vein underneath the hard penis shifting and growing and he reached around with his other hand and began to poke and gently push at the small scrotum. His fingers dug into the leathery pouch and he found the eggs, and he gently played with them, all the time his other hand was pulling on the throbbing piece of flesh.
Buck’s legs were slowly pushing down against the floorboards and he was arching himself into the seat, his head pushing hard against the head rest and his two hands were gripping the seat edge as the strange sensations rolled unimpeded thru his entire body. His legs were growing numb and he could feel the fire between his legs. This was nothing like he had imagined and he groaned loudly now, drool dripping down the side of his mouth as he felt his eyes rolling. His lungs ached as the hand continued to squeeze his hard cock and the other hand pushed up on his balls.
Tears rolled from the corner’s of his eyes as he felt the heat building up and he knew his balls were now slung hard up into the very base of his cock. He groaned louder and one hand started to beat the side of his door as the pleasure just built and built up inside of him and he knew he was about to cum, about to loosen his load and he cried out, shaking the car with the loudness of his voice.
I AM CUMMING ! SHIT I AM CUMMING OH GOD…
Marty moved his head back slightly as he felt the cock jerking wildly inside of his iron grip and he knew Buck was close. He could feel the vein stretching as the blood was suddenly pumped down the hard cock and he pressed his head into Buck’s stomach, his other hand now opened and held the balls tightly in the palm and then he pushed as speeded up his motion of the other hand. He could feel it as the cock reared back and his eyes stared at the sudden blinking slit at the top of Buck’s cock.
The spray of hot cum was amazing as it suddenly just poured out from the cock head. Marty stared as the flying shots went shooting out to smack hard into the black of the steering column. He could feel the muscles of Buck’s belly shaking and he could feel the tremendous power of the thighs as they strengthened and made Buck’s legs shoot straight out. The sound of Buck’s feet hitting the floorboards didn’t even register as the man let out a huge long drawn out cry of pure pleasure and Marty knew that he had hooked a live one. He smiled as his hand felt the salty presence of the dying drops of Buck’s cum and he shivered a little, hating that feeling of another man’s spunk on his flesh.
With another brief cry of joy, Buck sunk back into his seat, his body quivering a little as he felt the last jerk of his cock, and the warm drip of cum that splattered against the inside of his leg. His breathing was short and he gasped for air as the sound of his cars heater fan finally managed to intrude on his brain. He looked down his body to see the brown haired boy slowly pull up, his hand dragging along the inner thigh of Buck and he could feel some of his own cum being smeared against that still shaking thigh muscle. Christ it felt good and he sighed as Marty sat back up and moved over to his side of the car.
Buck’s eyes stared down at his softening cock and he could see his cum drying along the head and side and along the sides of his legs. Christ he never had cum so much as he had just now and he felt a bit weak as he struggled to get control again. His mouth was dry and he tried to lick his lips but there just wasn’t any saliva left, or so he thought as he listened to the beat of his heart starting to slow down from its racing pace.
As things returned to normal for him he turned his head to stare over at Marty. He saw him leaning back in the seat, his shirt pulled up a little and Buck could see the soft boy flesh of his belly. It looked so milky white in the darkness and soft interior light that was coming from his dashboard. Christ the kid was like an angel the way he leaned back in the seat, his legs spread wide apart, and there lay Marty’s soft pole. Buck was surprised at how small it looked but then it was soft, and he licked his lips as he thought about how it would feel inside of his mouth.
He looked up to see Marty looking at him and he smiled at the boy, seeing the boy smile back. Bucks eyes suddenly grew wider as he saw Marty bring two fingers up to his mouth, he then inserted them slowly into his mouth and Buck watched as the boy licked them, pushing them in and out and then slowly he took them from his mouth and let his hand go down to his belly where he put the fingers and started to gently move them down towards his groin.
Christ, the kid was either horny or something, but he could feel the ache in his groin again and he wondered if he was getting hard again, but he didn’t look or even care as he saw the fingers slide down the soft lump in Marty’s lap. He watched with widening eyes as the two fingers moved along the limp pole that was now starting to lengthen, starting to fatten up as it was slowly being coated with Marty’s own saliva.
Marty slowly pulled up on his penis, taking it lightly in his own hand and slowly slid his fingers up and down the pole that was now growing. His mind was starting to think of something else so he could get it hard but he had this routine down pat and after the third or fourth pull on his own cock he moved a little, shifting his body so it was more open to Buck’s view and then he pulled once more on his cock, and held it up, aiming it at Buck’s and then he turned his own face to stare at the older man’s face.
There was no mistaking the animal lust of Buck’s look and he slowly let himself smile at the man. It had the exact effect he wanted as he saw the tongue licking eagerly at the man’s rather thin pinkish lips. He just kept his hand around the head of his cock and he arched his back a little, pushing his hips in an upwards motion that made it look like his cock was reaching out for Buck. He let his own tongue lick at his lips and he sort of curled them a bit, and his eyes took on a sort of questioning look as he could feel the blood starting to thicken his cock, and shifted one leg back, exposing his crotch even more, his balls showing just below his hand.
Marty “Aren’t you going to help me?”
The soft sound of Marty’s voice was too much for Buck and his own hand that had been once more caressing his semi hard cock just let it go as he stared into Marty’s face. The green eyes just seemed to sparkle in the night and he saw the outline of the large flakes of snow that made a sort of halo around Marty’s head. His heart suddenly stopped for a second and then kicked back into high gear as the idea of touching Marty, of holding Marty’s flesh in the palm of his hand grew inside of him.
Buck “oh yeah, oh yeah.”
Buck reached out tentatively, his hand shaking a little as it reached towards the seat. His hand rested chest high as Buck shifted his own body to lean across the divide between them. As he came closer he could smell Marty, the soft scent of some cologne tickled his nose hairs but it was that special scent that really got him going. He breathed in deeply as his head was across and he didn’t know which to do first. He wanted to just reach up and kiss Marty but he knew he couldn’t do that, but damn it that face was so soft, so inviting and the lips, they were so moist and full of colour that he hesitated for a second or two.
Marty may have sensed his desire, he didn’t know, but the slight nod or push of Marty’s head, indicating his groin was enough to make Buck’s eyes glance away from the full lips and go down the lanky frame of the boy. He saw the hard nipples poking up thru the shirt and wondered what it would be like to lick them and then his eyes moved on, eager to look at the flesh and at the prize that was waiting for him.
He reached out with one hand, seeing it shake as he let it touch the milky white flesh of Marty’s stomach. The instant his hand touched the smooth skin he felt himself quiver and a sigh escaped his mouth. Buck felt Marty tense up as his hand touched him but he thought it was from desire, and he started to slowly let his hand slide down the warm taut flesh.
His hand moved down the belly, barely even stopping to touch and play with the knotted skin that was Marty’s belly button, as his mind was now solely focused on the growing piece of flesh that was slowly filling his vision. He moved his hand down, touching the wiry patch of pubic hairs, a small tuft of dark hair that curled in all directions around the rather thick base of boy flesh.
Buck had been right; Marty was well developed as his hand reached out for the 2-inch thick penis. Marty had pulled his own hand back and it now rested lightly on Buck’s shoulder, just below his neck and he felt the fingers as they slowly held onto him. His eyes bulged as he realized that this was all his for now, that the semi erect penis was his to enjoy and he licked his lips, unsure what to do next. His mouth hovered over the long pole and he felt Marty shift his body so that the pole was even closer to Buck’s mouth, like he was inviting Buck to take it and not just hold it.
Marty’s hand now moved across Buck’s back and up towards the neck where it gently started to press down and without any further hesitation Buck let his face fall down. He opened his mouth and as the young boy’s pole touched the outer edge of Buck’s lips, Buck started to shake and tremble. It was unreal how he was suddenly feeling and the doubts, the fears, all left him as he sank his face down, his lips one second being pressed by the cock head, now were wrapping around the semi hard pole in a feverish grip.
Buck’s hand moved to cup the pole, to hold it steady and he held it tightly as he moved his mouth onto the pole, feeling its heat and tasting its sweet flavour.
Marty could feel Buck’s excitement rising and he suddenly threw his hips upwards, forcing his still not fully erect penis deep into Buck’s mouth. He could feel the head of his cock striking the back of Buck’s mouth and he even heard the slight gagging sound as his action took Buck totally by surprise. It felt good and he started to pump, moving his body up and down while holding Buck’s head as steady as he could.
His mind quickly wandered away from the sight of Buck’s short cropped head bopping up and down on his now fully hard 7 inch long cock. All of it was being quickly pushed in and out as he started off on his own private thoughts, letting Buck have his ride and taste of boy meat.
Buck was struggling for air as the two inch thick cock was being pounded into his mouth. He felt it rub against his tongue then slip back to the back of his throat where it stayed only for a second. Every part of his body was shivering as the young boy continued to fill him with his hot hard throbbing tool and Buck was aching once more in his own groin. A pain deep in his rectum also was filling his thoughts as he tried to lick at the pulsing pole that kept moving in and out.
The sweet boy scent continued to fill his nostrils each time his head slammed down into the hot pubic hairs. He could feel his mouth stretching and his jaw ached as it was kept open by the constant shifting pounding it was getting from Marty’s cock. He couldn’t believe the way it felt, so hard so rough so determined. Nothing he had ever thought or dreamt of could equal the joy that he was feeling as he tasted the pre cum that was rather salty to his mind and yet it didn’t matter because it was someone else’s pre cum. Better than that, it was from his dream date, a young hot stud who was obviously enjoying it, judging by the murmurs and small sighs that were now slowly coming from Marty’s lips.
Nothing had prepared him for all this pleasure and he could feel his heart thundering in his chest as he tried to keep his mouth over the now vibrating cock. It was shaking and twisting as it entered and left his mouth, striking his teeth one time then his lips or the tongue and the heat, he had never imagined a piece of flesh could be so hot without melting or catching fire.
He could feel the sweat falling from his forehead onto the shaking belly and thigh and all he could think of was how wonderful this felt, how damn good it was feeling and how much he wanted this to never end. His own body was shaking with the strain and he continued to suck on the glistening cock as he opened his eyes briefly. He watched in stunned amazement as the white flesh came racing up to him and he blinked, as his lips crushed down hard into the dark pubic patch, the bristles scratching at his chin and then once more his head was being pulled away, the body falling from him and he moaned loudly now, urging the boy on, urging him to fill his mouth with his lovely young milk.
Buck was shaking, as was Marty. The boy could feel his balls pushing up and now he placed both hands on the top of Buck’s head. He could feel the short cropped hair and there really was nothing for him to grab onto but he tried anyways as his cries grew louder. His whole young body was tensed now and wired like a coiled spring as he thrust his hips up in a violent harsh motion, his hands pushing down on the head and he felt the ragged edge of one of Buck’s teeth but he ignored it as he pressed upwards even harder, driving his 7 inch long cock deep down into the back of Buck’s throat.
With Marty’s hands pulling and the hard press of the young athletic body up against his face he struggled for air, his breathing coming short and hard and yet he knew this was it, this was the beginning of the end of his dream and his heart pounded faster, his pulse raced faster and his nerves jangled as he felt the hard solid cock start to shake from side to side as it lodged itself deep down inside of his throat. The hard jerking motion struck hard against the soft tissue of his throat but he held on, unsure of what was next and then it happened, and he started to cough.
The huge jet stream of pure boy cum came flooding out in one gigantic rush. It came barrelling out and went flying down the unprepared throat. The heavy thick cream was full of boy seed and it stuck hard to the throat and Marty could feel the muscles contracting, squeezing his already thickened cock and the sensation was pure pleasure to him. His balls flung themselves up even more and it was like they were suddenly placed in a vice, as every drop of his seed came out, roaring down the small tube, pushing ahead with increasing speed and power.
The second spray of Marty’s cum was totally unexpected and Buck’s head jerked back, breaking the hold the young man had on it and it came flying back, the hot jerking penis suddenly released from its tight fit and hot boy milk splashed on his upper lip and cheek as Buck’s head was flung back. Buck continued to cough and hack as the hot cock shot one more stream of milk, striking Buck on the bridge of his nose and then one last shot struck just under his chin. Buck’s face now dripped with the thick milk, slowly drying already and yet he continued to cough and feel his stomach turn as he swallowed again and again.
The harsh taste of Marty’s cum was new to him and yet while his body tried to reject that taste, he could feel his mind demanding more. He started to lean forward but Marty’s hand held him back and he knew in that instant, that for now, it was over. He felt sad and leaned forward again, hoping Marty would relent but he didn’t and so this time Buck leaned all the way back, letting his torso slip back into his seat, leaning almost fully back and he stared at the roof, slowly feeling his pulse rate return, slowly feeling his heart climb back inside of the rib cage.
One minute he was sucking on a pole of pure boy and now he was trying to suck back enough air to fill his depleted lungs. The ache in his whole body was more intense now than when he had first felt the smooth young skin under his fingers. He knew he needed more, or at least the opportunity to know that there would be more. He turned to stare at Marty who had already managed to pull his shorts up and was almost finished buttoning his jeans.
Buck “That was, how can I, can I see you again?”
Marty “maybe, uh, you got my money? $40 remember?”
Buck “Huh? Oh yeah, sure hang on.”
Buck reached for his own shorts and pants and yanked them up, once more raising his buttocks off the seat and as he did he could feel the dried cum from his own explosion scratch against his inner thigh, sending his body into another small shudder. Christ it had felt so good, to feel the boy’s hands around his dick, and he licked his lips unconsciously as he reached for his wallet.
He selected two rumbled $20’s and then pulled a $10 out as well, handing them to Marty. Buck couldn’t help himself, he wanted to insure that he could see Marty again, and hopefully next time he could experience a damn site more than what he had tonight.
Marty reached out and took the three bills and inside he was smiling, knowing that he had scored with the guy, and that he could maybe turn the guy into a regular source of income. Christ, he thought, these old guys were so damn easy.
Marty “Thanks.”
Buck “Sure, uh, so what about it? Can I see you again?”
Marty “I am around, unless you want to make a date.”
Buck “A date? Oh, you mean set up a time, uh sure, uh, maybe we can go some place instead of parking?”
Marty “Up to you man, for the same?”
Buck “Well, maybe we could do more?”
Marty “Yeah? That’s extra, but if you got the cash…”
Buck “Uh, yeah, how about, uh, Friday?”
Marty “Sure, at the train station?”
Buck “Uh, no, how about at the liquor store? Around 10?”
Marty “Sure, 10 on Friday.”
Backing his car out of the bush was occupying his entire mind but his body was still revelling in the workout it had just encountered and the fact that he had a date for Friday was also starting to seep in. God he was on cloud nine and paid little attention to the sound of brushes swiping against the side of his car as he accelerated to get back onto the road.
All he could think of was that in 48 hours he would be in a motel room with Marty. He had decided that he would rent one the instant Marty had said he’d agree to see Buck again. Driving back towards town, he was thinking about Friday and how maybe he’d pick up a bottle or two, maybe even see about taking Marty for pizza or better yet, order pizza in to the motel room. Christ he felt just like he did back in high school as he drove down the snowy road towards town.