We walked the mile and a half to the store with the brick facade and huge windows surrounding it. It was once a DGS that had become one of those old mom and pop jobbies. They all went bankrupt as the A&P's moved in across the street, only the A&P hadn't gotten out to our neck of the woods yet, and this store hung on out of place and out of time in the modern world.

Kent had fifty dollars that had been left to get them through the weekend. I told him I could feed my whole family on that for a week. He just smiled and made me put my few dollars away once we got to the cash register.

"You cook. I'll pay," he said, pushing the fifty onto the counter for the old man to examine before wondering what the two of us were doing with it.

I examined his thin body as we shopped. I wondered how he could stay that thin on his all sugar diet. We ended up with two bags of food. I can't for the life of me figure out how we ended up with so much food, but after the tomato sauce, pasta, and hamburger, we ended up with Twinkies, Oreos, and a half gallon of chocolate milk. They were added when I sent him after oregano and an onion. I went to look for the garlic powder on my own so we didn't end up with another ton of junk food. Now I knew why they needed fifty dollars.

We strolled along the shoulder of Old Highway and I envisioned a baby blue Galaxy screeching to a halt, but of course that Ford was a hundred miles away parked in front of a mountain hideaway. I pictured Doug and a path along the edge of a river and I blushed when I remembered us getting caught there.

"My old man lived in nineteen foster homes. He joined the army when he was seventeen," Kent said.

"Nineteen!"

"Yeah! His mother gave him up when he was four. No one wanted to adopt him. He was hell on wheels from what I hear. Always in a world of shit."

"Why'd she give him up? Lots of kids ain't Petunias."

"Records were sealed. He doesn't really know. He tried to find her once but no luck. Everything was sealed. She wanted her privacy. Too bad she didn't think that way before she had Daddy."

"Bummer," I said.

"He didn't know anything about raising kids, you know. He knows he fucked up with Herbie. He said he couldn't help it. He was so damn angry because Herbie was so weak. He knew he couldn't make it in this world. The world he knew was a lot tougher than the one Herbie and I know, you know," Kent said. "I worry about Herbie. He's such a child."

"It must have seemed like a cruel lonely world to him," I said.

"Exactly. My old man thought he was trying to make Herbie strong; instead he was gutting him. Taking away anything he had but he didn't know anything about anything. He tormented Herbie until he retreated into his own world. It only pissed off my old man even more. He wasn't as hard on me but he didn't have to be. I was the perfect son. I always felt guilty about that. All Herbie ever wanted was for someone to love him. He got that all mixed up with his dick, and you get what we got. Everyone is someone to have sex with. He got Greg started, Doug, me, and I don't know who else. We depended on him to get us off. It was easy for me."

"How so?"

"He always caught the shit and I never did. Dad couldn't help himself. He was always comparing us, always wanting Herbie to be more like me. Of course he couldn't be more like anyone but Herbie. So my old man isn't a bad guy either. He isn't a jerk. He was a bad parent because he had no parents and bad parents. Not much to go on. He needed a manual on how to raise kids, Herbie anyway."

"Bummer," I said.

"He leaves everything up to me when he goes away, gives me the money, that kind of thing. My mother only lives with us part of the year. Dad's the boss and she has her own life."

"He doesn't trust Herbie?"

"No, he's convinced if he let Herbie buy the food we'd end up eating nothing but Twinkies topped with an Oreo washed down with Coke. I think he's right."

"But that's what you bought," I said, remembering his bag full of sugar and spice.

"I told you Herbie and I aren't that different. My old man only thinks I got sense. He doesn't know I'm crazy too. He'd freak if he knew some of stuff I did in Germany."

"Sex stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah, naturally. There wasn't anything else out of the ordinary I got into. I'm a pretty good kid except for wanting sex so much. I don't know that's bad. It's just the way I am. I found older guys and they wanted me to have fun with them. Why not? I picked it up pretty fast."

"Tell me some of what you did," I said, not having to fake my interest.

"You know, I've never known anyone who asked so many questions. I don't know a damn thing about you. I've confessed my entire fucked-up life to you."

"You haven't either. You told me about meeting some guys at a swimming pool," I said. "You were just lucky."

"Yeah, but that was the first time anything happened that got my entire attention quick. I screwed the wife of one of Pop's friends," he blurted.

"You what?"

"I had sex with a woman my old man knew. In fact she was Fritz's Aunt Brenda. I met Fritz at a party at his aunt's house. Her husband worked at the air base with my old man."

"So what happened?"

"Do you have a condom?" Kent asked.

"Yeah, in my wallet. It's been in there awhile. I wouldn't trust it. It's for show."

"Can I have it?"

"What?"

"Can I have the condom in your wallet? It's a simple yes or no question."

"Why?"

"That's not yes or no. You've asked enough questions for one night. If you want me to tell you the story about Brenda I need a condom and your promise of cooperation."

"I s'pose. I'll need to put the bag down."

"No, I'll put mine down. Is it in your back pocket?"

"Yeah," I said, baffled by this request.

We stood on the side of the road near the only street lamp on that section of road. Kent fished my wallet out of my pants while feeling my butt. He removed the foil package and replaced my wallet back where he got it, feeling my ass carefully even after the wallet was securely back in place.

"Now, here's the deal. You want to know about me fucking Brenda. I want to know a little something about you, right? You want to play along with me or should we just call it off before you get in over your head?"

"We aren't calling anything off," I said, looking at the way he was holding the condom between his thumb and forefinger like he was about to remove it from the foil.

"Good! Now, I'm going to put this condom on you."

"What? We're in the middle of the fucking road."

"You want to play or not? There's no fun in hiding to do stuff. Where's your adventurous spirit?"

"Sure," I said, still unsure about what the game was but liking the sound of what I was hearing. He wanted to touch my dick.

"Okay, I'm going to put this on you. Then I'm going to tell you about how I happened to end up fucking Brenda. Once we get down to the bridge, I figure that's about half way to my house, we're going to stop and you're going to carefully remove the condom from your cock and you're going to put it on mine. That's the game."

"Okay," I said, feeling faint and getting hard as I thought about his words.

Kent knelt in front of me as I looked around to see if any cars were coming. We'd only seen two on the way down. He first rubbed the front of my pants and placed his face on my erection, rubbing my thighs I stood there.

"I see you like the game. I can feel it throbbing through your pants. I'd blow you right here but we're not in any hurry. I want to feel it now. I want to touch your cock. I want to kiss it. I want to blow you for sure but that will come later. I want you to know that will come later. My mouth is watering, Martin. You got a hot cock, you know."

His words took my breath away. He carefully unzipped my pants and felt inside until his fingers encircled my dick and then he removed it. I felt his fingers feeling me gently. He kissed the shaft and the head. I felt his lips on the head and I was sure he was using his tongue on me. I was ready to pop a load off right there on the side of Old Highway.

"You're okay. You got a thick one, huh? That's nice, Martin."

"I guess," I said in a gasp.

"Don't worry. I won't take advantage of you. I'm not going to let you cum too soon. We're going to make it last all weekend. Can't get to the best part too soon."

"Someone might come," I said.

"Oh shut up. A job worth doing is worth doing right. I just want to feel it a minute. You felt mine. The skin is so soft. You take care of it."

I pictured his long slender piano playing fingers feeling me as his lips brushed the tender skin each time he spoke. I was as hot as a cheap pistol and he took his time opening the foil. I felt him licking the head of my aching dick.

"Don't panic. I'm just making it easier to slip this on," he explained as his lips closed over the head as he sucked. "A little spit does wonders."

"Okay, but you're going to get a mouthful in about ten seconds" I said, trying to keep my composure.

Once he finished easing the condom on me, he stood up while holding my dick. He was very close to me and I was hot enough without feeling the heat coming off him. We stared at each other for awhile before he tucked me away only after a car's headlights shined on us. He picked up his bag and watched my face as the car passed us.

"How does it feel?" He asked in a low sexy voice.

"I'm still shaking," I said. "You don't know how close you had me."

"Oh yes I did. What are you shaking about? "

"You touching me. I'm still a bit new at this stuff. When someone I really like touches me, well, it doesn't take much. I don't get much and I'm thinking about it all the time now."

"Shit, I'm glad I stopped," he said. "We don't want to mess up the game. I want to keep it going. Tell me when you get too close and we'll stop for awhile. All weekend I mean. I want it to be the best weekend of your life."

"What do we do?" I asked.

"We walk and I tell you about me and Brenda. Once I'm done, we'll gauge just how much you liked the story. We'll see if I can get you dripping for it."

"I already am, just thinking about you touching me. I was juicing before you ever put it away."

"That's what I want to hear. She was in her thirties but she was still a babe and a half. All the older boys wanted her. She was divorcing her husband. It was almost a year after the incident at the pool. Fritz had started staying over her house on weekends to use her pool, because she didn't like being alone. One weekend Fritz asked me to come along and we could swim and just lounge around. She always encouraged him to bring his friends. I don't know if I was the first one she came onto or not.

"Fritz was a mischief maker. I'd grown fast and furious and he liked playing with my cock more than ever. While we were in the pool, he kept at it until he had me on a hard that wouldn't quit. He knew I'd have to get off for it to go down and I'm wearing a pair of red Speedos and there's no place to hide. When she calls us for sandwiches, she's noticed my erection as soon as I come out of the pool. I was embarrassed getting on a bone in front of a grown woman like that. I tried to hide it from her eyes, but you've seen it; there was no way. Every chance Fritz got, he was feeling on it to make sure it stayed stiff. She saw a couple of times when he was squeezing it. I just pretended she didn't and I wasn't.

"There was a little cabana near the pool where I'd gotten into my trunks when I first got there. Fritz had his own room and dressed there. We'd eaten and Brenda sent him to clean up his room and make the bed before we went out to the movies. I said I'd get dressed and catch up with him. Once I went into the cabana to dress Brenda came in. I was naked and in the middle of drying off.

"I see you found the towel," she said. "Let me get your back for you."

"I was holding the towel in front of my erection but she took it from me, going around behind me to wipe off my back. I just stood there as she moved the towel around until I felt her fingers in the crack of my ass, all the way down to my a'hole she felt me. My dick was throbbing like crazy and I was so dizzy I could hardly stand up. Then she turned me around to face her. She was maybe two or three inches taller but I was growing fast.

"Let me get your front," she said. "You're a big boy, Kent. A very big boy for your age."

"Of course she was looking at my erection when she said it. I knew we were going to do it as soon as she walked in on me. I was pretty excited when her fingers started feeling me. Her fingers touched the tip ever so gently before she let them ease down my shaft as she wrapped them around it."

"You like that, don't you?" She asked real soft like.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I didn't know what I was saying.

"Brenda," she said.

"She had on this two piece swim suit and she dropped the bottoms to the floor and stepped out of them. She placed my dick head on the hair on her crotch. I was petrified and excited and ready for anything she wanted to give me. She just held me there and she purred like a damn cat."

"Purred?" I asked.

"Swear to god! Sounded like a big ole tabby-cat purring. She wiggles my cock head around the opening, making sure I could feel her velvet spot.

"You're bigger than most of the men I've been with," she said as she uses my dick to pull me closer, easing the head into her cunt.

"I said thanks, like some kind of a dope. I didn't know if I should shit or go blind, you know. I never told anyone about this stuff before. I guess you think I'm a sex maniac," he said sadly. "Doug knows some of it."

"No! It wasn't your idea anyway," I said, certain it was her idea.

"I could have said stop. She would have. Shit, her nephew's like twenty feet away. She knows my old man. Truth is, I didn't want her to stop. I was in heaven. Being with the guys was fun but it was nothing like being with a woman. A real woman who wanted me. I always thought of myself as a kid until that night. She even tells me, I'm the best fuck she ever had. That made it all worthwhile, you know. If it wasn't so damn worthwhile before then."

"What happened?" I asked.

"She's moving closer to me and holding me in that place so I'm moving deeper as she moves. It was awesome, Martin. Once she got me all the way in, she eases me down on the Chaise lounge chair and straddled me, holding my balls so I can't slip away from her. She partially stood up and then sat back down on it. I watch my dick disappearing and reappearing. She wasn't all that big and it made me look huge the way I was spreading her wide open as it went into her.

"I lasted all of a minute once I saw that. I met her sit down with my thrust up. I rammed it hard and I started shooting off like the fourth of July. She just smiled and let me do it as hard as I wanted. We had very good timing, you know. The next thing I know I can hardly get my breath and cum is oozing down the insides of her legs. She's half standing and half sitting. She eased off me then and it made a slapping sound when it hits my stomach."

"You were still hard?" I asked.

"As a rock," he said. "She used the towel and held it up while she wiped it down for me. She felt my balls and my thighs and kissed it all over, my balls, and the tip before she went back to put on her bottoms. "He'll be down any minute. Better get dressed," she said. "You're very good you know. We'll do it again once he's in bed if you want but we should keep it just between us."

"Wow!" I said. "If I want? Sure, Brenda. I won't say a thing."

His voice had grown soft and there was a weird lilt to the words as he remembered something that turned him on big time. We didn't speak for the next few minutes.

"Time for me to wear it," he finally said.

"We aren't to the bridge," I protested.

"That's all I'm telling you until you change us out. I need you to touch it bad. My shorts are getting wet telling you about this. I shoulduh wore it first. I don't usually drip so quick. You got me going."

"Then my shorts would be wet," I said.

"Turn you on?" He asked. "Let me feel you for a second."

He touched the front of my pants and found me right away. His fingers took the full measure of me and then he held the front of my pants as we walked. He squeezed me as it wiggled in my pants. I was pumping fluid into the rubber big time even though I was no longer ready to shoot.

"I want to feel it after you take off the condom."

"I'm a bit sticky," I confessed. "That story got me going pretty good."

"That's what I was hoping. I've been dribbling since I started thinking of Brenda."

"You really liked her?"

"No, not really. I loved how she made me feel."

"Did you do it again that night?"

"Yep!"

"Was it as good?" I asked.

"Better. Lasted longer, except Fritz heard me get up."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"That's even more complicated than Brenda," Kent said.

"How so?"

"Fritz and I were best friends, or so I thought. He threatened to tell if I didn't give him certain considerations."

"Such as?"

"He wanted sex, Martin," Kent said. "It's not like we hadn't been jerking each other off and all. I let him feel on it all the time. It wasn't enough for him. I figured if Brenda knew he knew, she'd cut me right off and I would have done anything to keep it going."

"Did you do what he wanted?"

"He didn't give me a choice. He said he'd tell my old man about Brenda and me."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I worked a deal with Freddie to get him off me when the time was right. Just never seemed right us being friends all that time and then him doing me that way. Feeling each others dick is one thing but he wanted a lot more stuff than I did with him. I didn't trust him anymore after that. It wasn't fun anymore."

"I bet," I said. "Did you tell Brenda?"

"Hell no. She'd have told me not to come back. No, I wasn't giving that up. We were going at it pretty often."

"Every night?" I asked.

"Nah, maybe two or three times a week. She had other interests. I was just the one that took up the slack. We were together over a year. Sometimes I'd see her two or three times a week or even more and sometimes she'd pick me up in her car."

"She really liked you?" I asked.

"Women are funny. They want what they want. We'd go tooling in her car once she picked me up and she'd already have a spot planned. Once she had enough she'd drop me off around the corner from my house."

"You got lucky pretty young."

"Suited me fine. I still had plenty of time to do all the stuff I wanted to do. She kept me tuned up. Let's get this done before I bust a nut. I don't want to mess up my drawers."

"Talking about this turns you on?" I asked.

"I guess I'm not a very nice person, Martin. This is what I'm about. I don't want to be thinking about it all the time but I am. When I'm not doing it I'm reliving doing it and thinking about the next time I'll be doing it. Like thinking about you touching me right now."

"Sounds familiar," I said. "It's what I want to be doing."

"You think about it a lot?" He asked.

"Constantly. I think maybe in school for five or ten seconds at a time I might forget about it some days, but the rest of the time I'm doing just what you said."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Good time to give you something to do with your hands," he said. "What I want more than anything is for you to be touching it. I'm so horny it hurts."

"Just with my hands?"

"We're standing on the side of the road, Martin. Admittedly, it isn't well traveled but it's not the kind of place where you want to get me started. I'm not very good at stopping once I get started. I'm hard to get stopped."

"I'm already started. I like you, Kent."

"I know."

"I want you to like me."

"Oh, you're killing me. I do like you. Believe me, I do like you. It takes time to get to know each other. It's not something you can rush. I don't want to rush anything with you. I think we have plenty of time if we want."

"Like you and Brenda?"

"No. Jesus. She was just sex. I was a kid and she wanted it. That's all."

"You didn't like her?"

"Of course I did but she wouldn't have given me the time of day if I hadn't been poling her. She was thirty something - more an twice my age. Two and a half times if you measure it up quick."

"Have you been with other girls, Kent?"

"Yeah?"

"Your age?"

"God no. Girls my age are useless. They're all teeth and hair and they never shut up. I went with two fifteen year old girls over there. They adore Americans. We adore them."

"While you were with Brenda? Kent, how many people is that?"

"One while I was doing Brenda. The other one after. Greda! She had great tits, big nipples. I loved sucking on those puppies. She loved it. There was no obligation to offer her a ring or promise I'd come back to marry her. She liked it. I liked it. We liked each other. We had fun together. It was no big deal."

"You're not gay?" I asked, back to trying to figure out the ground rules concerning sex.

"Me? I don't know what I am. Horny? Do I really have to decide right now? I'm a dick with a body attached, Martin. A hard dick st that. My mind works through my pee hole most days. I'm not a nice person. I'm trying to be nice but like now, I'm so horny I want to get down to it. Even if I do, I'll stil be horny when I'm done, and I'll do it again in a few minutes. I may not be able to be nice, but I am always good. Just not good enough for a nice boy like you."

"I don't know if I'm good enough for you. I don't know that much. I don't know what I feel half the time. I want to do stuff that makes you happy. I'm curious about you. I'm amazed by you. I wish I could do sex without a part of me feeling bad about it. I admire you do it and like it."

"You shouldn't say things like that. I want a lot of stuff. I'll remember to make a list next time. It's not what I want. I mean having sex and knowing people that way is all my life is about. It's a full time job to keep myself from being so horny it hurts. I've got to find places to do it at school so my pants don't look like the big top any more than necessary."

"I've never met anyone like you. I'll do what I can to help."

"Count your lucky stars. You're plenty good enough, Martin. It's me that's not good enough. No matter how close you want us to get, I'll do it with someone else if the time and place are right. I've got the morals of an alley cat."

"Cats are cool. Tell me what you want. I can learn how to be good at it. I'm not afraid with you. You tell me what you want and let me try. Pick your poison, cowboy. I'll get my spurs."

"It's my turn to get the attention and your turn to quit stalling if you mean what you say. My dick hurts it's so hard. Why don't we start there? Once we get it to bend a bit, it'll be more fun for both of us."

"That'll be interesting," I said. "I was afraid you didn't like me touching it. You made me stop."

"Oh, silly boy. You don't know how close you came to getting a hand full of cum. Why do you think we stopped? I didn't want that to be all we do this weekend. Like you cooking me dinner and listening to me play. We were both somebody before we became friends. That's what we need to share so sex isn't all we do. The sex stuff will be easy enough. It doesn't take much to get me started. Not getting me started takes work. I get horny playing piano."

"We are getting to know each other, aren't we?"

"Yeah! I'm getting to know how much you like to stall. I treated you real nice back there. Now you're making me beg you for some help. I didn't get off when I could so I could get off now."

I sat my bag down and he had to let go of my pants. I reached down his leg until my hand was rubbing his excitement. He spread his legs wide and gurgled down in his throat as his mouth hung open. I unzipped his pants and let my hand follow the bulge in his underwear until I found the damp exposed cock head at the end of his boxer's leg. I tweaked the head and used his juice to pinch the tip while he blew hot air on my face. It made him moan and reflex slightly before he pushed against my hand. I put my face against his neck and kissed him there, feeling the warmth of his skin on my lips.

"Put it on me," he said softly. "I want my dick where yours has been."

I unzipped my pants and ever so carefully rolled the condom off my cock. It was slick from where I'd dripped while he was telling me about his sex life. I knelt between his well spread legs and reached in for him. I stopped to feel his sparse pubic hair and hairless hen's eggs, reaching back behind them to feel the smooth skin behind his balls. His legs spread even more and I had to loosen his belt and finally unbuttoned his pants to pull him back up out of his pants legs. My fingers felt the damp sticky places in his shorts and that too rushed extra heat into my frazzled brain.

I got a giggle out of him as I tried to pull him back together while he was hanging free in the night breeze. He stopped laughing when I got both of my hands on him. It was silky smooth without blemishes or marks I could feel once you got beyond the swollen crown. I let one hand and then the other slid down to his pubic hair. His legs stiffened. I kissed around the fat ridge on the head, using my tongue to taste the stickiness that was all over the slit. This got an audible moan that became a sigh. I put my mouth over the top of the head and wet it more. I reluctantly gave up the hold I had on him when I was ready to roll.

"It's a bit messy. I sort of creamed in it some. Shouldn't be any trouble slipping it on you," I said. "It's well lubed."

"Good," he said.

I placed it at the tip and felt him shaking as I rolled it up on the head and then started opening it down on his shaft. While it had gone almost to my pubes where as it only went two thirds of the way up on him. I took extra time smoothing it out on him.

"That's so hot," he said. "I feel your cum on my dick. It's making me so hot."

"I could just go ahead and blow you," I said.

"Right here?" He asked.

"Why not?"

"I think you should put me away and we'll work all that out after we get back to the house, okay?"

"Sure," I said, kissing him while I was tucking him back in his pants.

"You like sex before or after dinner?" he asked.

"Both," I said.

The gravel on the shoulder of the road rolled under our sneakers as we trudged along quietly. I could hear the crickets and frogs giving their greetings to the new night. There wasn't a lot more we had to say. I think we both had something on our mind. I felt totally comfortable being with Kent. I felt safe with him. It was going to be a great weekend.


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