Sometime during the night I fell asleep with my lips against Carl's. I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want to sleep until Carl left, but my body didn't know what to do about it. When I woke up I recognized the position with my best part resting in the crack of Carl's butt.

Naturally it was.

My hand was around Carl, and he held my wrist, and guess what my hand held? Ah, sweet mystery of life I think I've found you. And, yes -- naturally he was.

I had no urge to do anything. It was daylight and I knew John would be up and about before we could get anything done worth doing. It was fine there holding him. It was fine up in the warm moist crack. I think I was supplying the moist part. Carl was quiet. I loved the feel of his skin. He was so big and so rugged looking and yet so smooth and nice to touch.

As soon as I squeezed, he pushed his hips so every available inch slid through my fingers until my hand was in his pubes at its base. I squeezed again, which made it thicken and harden as his smooth ball sack brushed my hand.

When that tight butt of his moved back, back, back so my best part slid across the a'hole and up the length of his crack. That had me wanting to do something, but I heard John's feet hit the floor above us. Once more I slid across the hole, longing for more time but having none. The slick trail I'd left made my travels up his crack that much more inviting. It just made me want to do something even more, so I squeezed him and pressed forward, feeling him pressing back on me.

My mouth opened and I worked my lips up his back as steam started coming off me. I stroked him in long full motions. He pressed harder back against me and wrapped one of his long arms back around me, pulling me tight against him. He pressed his body back, which welded us together. My head almost burst open when I felt my dick breaking through his resistance, but instead of rejecting me, he continued his backward motion.

I was dizzy with delight, going further than we'd gone before. My body shook, my mind raced without a destination, unlike my dick, which pushed forward with a steady momentum taking me into him as he wiggled and riggled his ass, encouraging the hole to open wider as a moan came out of him or me or maybe both of us and I moved back to see myself just ever so slightly inside of him. I felt faint and gasped for air and wanted to do to that hole what I did to his mouth, but I held myself back from it knowing there was no time.

"You guys get up. We're leaving in ten minutes. Got to get you downtown before I go in. Time's a wasting."

Carl rolled out of my reach. A sticky clear liquid followed him from where we'd been attached to where he came to rest on his heals, watching my dick do a desperate dance, bobbing and twitching as it emitted more clear liquid as my eyes pleaded with him. It would only take a minute. We had a minute.

"Damn thing gets bigger every time I look at it. You're going to be big as me. For a little guy you got a big pecker."

"I'm not that little and you looking at it isn't what got it all riled up."

It only took one glance for me to know he was trying to make me feel good under difficult circumstances. I was never going to be big as him but my mind was on other things as I fought with my desire for him.

Carl was already a big man. While I'd continued growing modestly, going from five-eight to five-nine in almost a year since turning sixteen, when compared to Carl, I was always going to be medium sized, equipment included. The idea he wanted to make me feel good suited me fine, but it didn't feed the Bulldog and the Bulldog was as hungrier as it had ever been.

"We better get dressed! We've got plenty of time later," Carl promised.

"I'm dying now," I said, watching my leakage.

"You look pretty good for a dying man," he said with a smirk, throwing me my torn underwear.

I looked through the hole at him.

"Sorry. I got a little turned on last night," a sheepish voice admitted.

"You telling me," I said, smirking right back as I grabbed for his dick.

He dodged my advance.

"Really, I don't remember. I was drinking beer last night. I can't seem to remember a thing."

"Yeah! Right! Root beer, Ass hole. Don't try to pull that crap on me."

I watched him dress still holding my underwear. He watched me right back, never taking his eyes off me. There I lay, naked as a Jay Bird, and I didn't feel any embarrassment at all in front of Carl. Seeing his face in the light was only slightly more incredible than seeing it in the dark. His freckles ran across his nose to the top of both cheekbones. His eyes were flawlessly clear and a rich brown. He stared at me and brushed his lips on mine as he bent for a sock nowhere near me. They opened ever so slightly and he nibbled mine, first the top and then the bottom. He closed his eyes and moaned. I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me and slid my tongue all the way in his mouth as he tried to keep from crushing me by rolling over above me instead of on top of me.

"I'm a fucking grunt and I've fallen in love with a fucking guy. What's next?"

"Maybe we'll run away to Mexico and say screw everyone."

"The Army don't take kindly to desertion."

"Write 'em a note and tell 'em you're on extended vacation. Better yet. Tell them your boyfriend doesn't believe in violence. Tell them I'm a complete and total pacifist."

"Right," he said as he sprang up and stood in the middle of the foam.

His balls were out of his fly hole, swinging below his dick, which arched down before arching back up with the thick well-defined ridge marking where the head took over with a wide-open pee hole that made it appear armed and ready to do business, making it all the more remarkable to me.

I examined myself but got no sense my dick had the character his dick had.

"I haven't been soft in five fucking days. I've got to do something soon," he confessed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go to sleep. I'm just a kid and all. What do I know," I said in my kid voice.

"Yeah! Right! You look little but you're forty when it comes to readiness. It's not your fault anyway. I could have kept at you, but you looked so peaceful, and I like just being with you. It's not like sex is all I like about you. I mean there are obscene things I want to do to you, but it isn't like I won't live if I need to wait."

"No more sex, huh?"

"Don't get wise. Wiseass. Tonight your ass is mine, kid."

"You must be kidding. No way, José. I think the Army is calling you, Ponyboy."

"Yeah! See my problem. I need it bad, and you're too fucking small. I'd rip you apart. That's what scares me. If I didn't like you so much I wouldn't care, kid."

"You said I had you close last night. We'll just keep going. You did it for me. I can do it for you, Ponyboy."

"I don't want you doing that. I mean it was okay and all, but I don't want to do anything to upset you. That might upset you. It don't seem right me being so much bigger than you."

"Didn't upset you last night."

"I'm better equipped to handle it, being older than you, kid."

"Right! When were you seventeen?"

"A couple of months. Nearly."

"My birthday is less than two months. By your math, Ponyboy, we'll be the same age then. Besides, it's the first time either of us has done anything."

"I never said that."

"With a guy?"

"Oh, yeah, with a guy. I'm still older."

"You sound like a little kid. What difference does a few months make, old man?"

"Shut up."

"You guys dressed? Five minutes," John called from the top of the stairs. I scurried around, putting my clothes on going in a circle.

I managed to get everything but one sock and my shoes on when my brother came downstairs.

"You guys ready? Let's go. There's a motel a street over and five or six blocks up from Pike Street Market. It's not far from the Needle. I'll drop you off there and Carl can get a room. It's an easy walk downtown from there. Lots of great stuff and awesome food around there."

"I remember. It hasn't been that long we were out here."

"Yeah, kiddo. I forgot. Just reminding you. Come on guys, let's get moving. Make sure you got everything Carl."

My brother dropped us off in town and reminded me to call with the number so he could reach me if our parents called. I assured him I would. The room had one bed. It wasn't the Holiday Inn, but Carl wasn't my parents. There was no pool, but it was forty eight degrees in a light drizzle, so we didn't miss it. We were immediately back on the street, excited by the idea of taking our first excursion together.

We went through Pike's and picked up the fish, and played with the vegetables. We ended up sitting at a window in the middle restaurant and watched the ferries come in with the hordes going downtown to work. Carl's knee rested inside my legs. My hand rested almost on his crotch, but I couldn't quite reach it from under the small table built for two.

We kept laughing for no reason. I felt giddy. After I kept stretching to feel it, he ran it down his leg so I could hold it while we drank coffee and ate sweet rolls for a couple of hours, staring at each other like a double feature was running on our eyeballs. He put his hand on my hand as I held onto his business end.

I can't recall ever caring less about food. I don't think I even knew what I was eating. Carl insisted on paying. We went through the shops in the lower part of the market and ended up in the arcade with him standing directly behind me as I played.

We sat on a bench on the infamous strip after getting burgers at the McDonalds a few blocks away. Even at eleven in the morning the bimbos were walking it. I watched Carl, but he didn't seem to be aware of their presence. I kept thinking he only wanted me for one thing, but I was the one that kept wanting to do something.

"Let's go to the room," I said as he polished off his second burger.

"It's not noon yet."

"Your thing on a timer?" I asked, as he gave me a quizzical look.

"No," he answered.

"Never been before. It's always ready when I touch it."

"Billie Joe!" he said, looking around uncomfortably.

"Carl! I ain't going to wear it out."

"I know. I don't want that to be all there is between us."

"Well, if it is I can't think of anything better to keep between us."

"If that's all there is we can do that any time any where. I want to have fun. I want you to have fun."

"You do. Good, let's go to your room."

"Is that all you think about?"

"Carl, I'm with you, aren't I?"

"Yeah."

"Of course it's all I think about. We haven't done anything yet."

That's not a very smart question. I don't think about anything else. I still keep thinking we've only got a few days. I don't want to say good-bye thinking we could have spent more time doing it. Let's spend more time doing it, and then we can say good-bye and be happy to get a rest from each other."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Jesus! Will you grow up. I'm a big boy now, Carl. I've become sexually active, Ponyboy."

"You telling me. You were buried in my throat remember. You're right fat for a little sucker by the way, and this morning, well you were almost buried some place else. Pretty neat, too. It was like being part of each other. Cool, huh." Carl said, taking a glance at the sky as if looking for heavenly help. "What am I fucking saying? I'm a fucking soldier!" Then he looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Let's go to the room and you can be the sucker."

"You're the sucker," I answered playfully.

"You're the sucker," he said.

"Well, now that we've got that settled, let's go get some practice."

"Right. Practice, practice, practice. Got to get it right."

"Now you're talking my language."

I stood up and pulled Carl to his feet. I looked up into the sky to see his face. He was beautiful. We strolled up to the hotel and we held hands on one block until a lady started staring. He opened the door and held it for me. When I passed him on my way into the room, I checked him out.

"Still hard, Ponyboy?"

Man had the constitution of a Brahma Bull.

Send in the Army!

He followed me to the room and hung the do not disturb sign on the door and locked and then chained it. When he turned around I undid his gold belt buckle and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I moved his pants and boxers over his hips and down to his ankles as he watched. I knelt and took off one shoe and a sock and then the others. I pulled off his pants and tossed them on the bed.

From where I knelt I looked up at him naked below the waist. His hands were on his hips and he looked down on me. His legs were like strong, sturdy young tree trunks. The golden and buckwheat hair mingled below his belly button glowing in the light cascading through the partially opened louvers of the Venetian blind flooding the room with defused random rays.

I ran my hands up his thighs, closing my eyes to experience the muscles he tensed for me, under my prying palms, without seeing. Sliding my hands to the inside, he spread them to allow access to all his private places. Moving upward, the skin on the insides of his legs became smoother as sparse disappeared as my fingers touched the space behind his balls.

He moved, quivering slightly as a moan of minimal volume escaped from above. He let his hands dangle to touch my shoulders, tracing my jaw until my face was in his hands. I sighed, turning my face in his hands, licking his fingers and then the tip of his raging erection. Kissing the tip my fingers delved behind his balls until they touched the bottom of his crack. My tongue flicked the tip of his dick and a louder moan followed the first as his hands barely touched my skin.

A kind of evil electricity had me touching, feeling, tasting the excitement he exuded as a surge of electric excitement made everything fuzzy but Carl, who was in precise focus as I teased his body in any way I could, knowing nothing and wanting to give him everything. I was mesmerized by him and nothing existed beyond our motel room.

Pulling me to my feet he looked down into my adoring eyes as I moved to pull his shirt up off his stomach toward his shoulders. He lifted his arms I got it up over his face and couldn't get it up over his outstretched arms that nearly brushed the ceiling. I jumped and tried, and he laughed at me with a face I couldn't see. He pulled the shirt up and I studied the buckwheat colored hair under each of his arms. I moved my face into the middle of his chest and he tossed the shirt away, placing his arms around me as my face basked in the warmth of his skin.

He kneeled before me and unbuckled my pants, pulling them and my underwear to my knees. He moved his face onto my crotch and kissed my most excited part. As he took off my shoes and socks his face leaned into my thigh and I hung out across his face and into his hair with my sack almost ending up in his ear. He threw my clothes to one side and pulled my shirt up over my head without having any trouble reaching over my outstretched arms. His thing rubbed up against my stomach and chest and I grew faint and held it to keep myself steady. Having gotten rid of everything between our bodies, he looked down into my eyes. His face held the most marvelous expression as he looked at my face. I felt quite crazy. I don't know why. I felt like I'd never been alive before. I'd only lived a tiny little bit, and I think it was then I understood why sex/love/intimacy was such an attraction for the young. Life could be hard and cruel and tough, and when you find out there is something so good, you can't say what you feel in words. You just blossom inside as the arms of the one you love keep you safe from all harm.

In a sweeping motion he picked me up without talking to me. I felt odd in his arms. His thick chest seemed even larger and I placed my face against one of those dark nipples and let my lips open on it. He stood in the middle of the room holding me, and I nursed for the first time since I was a child. The object of my attention grew firmer and, while I was lost in my own world, he laid me on the bed and stood over me. Every muscle was defined, his skin gleamed, his eyes glistened, as his best part stood at attention.

Neither of us spoke. He stretched out beside me and his lips brushed mine once more as he collected me in his arms. Being alone together brought me to a new level of joy. The more he moved on top of me the closer I came to erupting in an endless stream of ecstasy. His thigh pressed against mine and the feel of his skin was like a hot electric charge as his mouth pressed against mine. Almost instinctively my fingers ended up back in the crack that always called to me.

I could feel him rubbing slowly on my thigh and side as his body writhed ever so gently against me. Once more I forced myself to think of warts and somehow kept from ending a moment I wanted to go on for the rest of time. My hands rubbed the skin on his ass, his hips, his back -- drinking up the best of hard gristle and soft skin. We rolled and twisted and rose and fell together there in that bed. The kissing spread from lips to parts and pieces previously untouched by kisses and love. Before I was ready to go back to my teacher's wart, he captured me unaware and devoured me. Being quicker than the night before I fought to return the feel of it, but no sooner had I found him, and in bold motions swallowed all I could, than it served to propel me suddenly into lands unknown. I tried to remove myself to prevent the embarrassment of the night before, but his strength dominated me, not allowing me to get away. He buried his face in my hair while I pulsed and drained for what seemed like ten minutes. My body quivered, shook, and shot into his, and he held me tightly deeply inside. There was not a cough or a sound this time. Carl worked at making it last and better for me as his large hands gently cradled my butt cheeks, using them to hold me in his throat as the spasms subsided into gentle motions like rocking on a soft sea.

The world stopped spinning after a time. We lay still as I was determined to give him a part of what he'd now given me twice. As I worked to regain my rhythm his mouth set me free. In a single motion he pulled me up so that my face looked at his.

"I want to do it for you."

"Relax. We have time. Lie with me and give yourself some time. Your heart is pounding and you can hardly breathe. I'm too big to struggle with. When you rest you can try again."

"Why did you let me do that."

"I wanted you to do that. You took me by surprise last time. This time I was ready."

"It's not fair. I want to make you happy."

"Billie, I've never been happy until I met you. Not once have I been happy. Making you feel good makes me happy. I thought it was just about getting a nut, but it isn't like that. It's about you. It's about wanting you. It's about having you. That makes me happy."

"But you haven't, and it isn't fair. That's twice now you did that."

"I'm not counting. It isn't about how many or how much. It's about being with you! I don't need it right now. I'm satisfied by satisfying you."

"It's not fair."

"Life's a bitch. We've got time. No hurry."

"Yeah!"

His lips pressed on mine as we faced each other and he kept his hand on my face as he kissed me into oblivion. I don't know how long I slept, but I woke in that position sleep always ordered up for us. Whether he positioned himself for me, or we just welded together in our sleep, I do not know, but the warmth of his crack ate my once more hungry self. Even without thinking it prodded at the object that called me. I wanted to get down to the spot and examine it with my eyes, fingers, lips and tongue, and, most of all, I wanted to know what was inside. What it would be like to be part of him.


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