Fauquier County Whatever

[EasyRory]

Chapter 1 - Richard


Richard stood and coughed “Welcome friends, to the second meeting of the Fauquier County Benevolent and Protective Society in Aid of … Gentle Boys.” He sat.

“What the fuck, Richard? Just drink your beer.” That comment earned Buddy a look.

“I have established the Society and invited you for the purpose of mutual help sorting out our lives and loves and entanglements.”

“I'm not entangled,” Latham said.

“That's what you think! All you talk about is Racer, whoever he is.”

“How do you know? You just met me. I'm not sure I even got your name, and that's a fact.” Latham said it with a smile.

“Donald.”

“Where's Euie anyway?” Buddy asked.

“Stop it! The meeting will come to order! Euie couldn't come and God knows he's entangled up to his armpits. SO ... we're going to talk about ME for a change.” Richard did his best imitation of fierce. “As you know, I have been seeing George Brightwater for some time and I have received a proposal of marriage.”

“You and George? Really? Congratulations, I guess.” Buddy raised his glass.

“The proposal did not come from George.” Three young men stared at Richard. “I wish Euie were here. He understands. The proposal came from Tommy Lynn. Who is sort of my boss. Except that George is really my boss and he works for Tommy Lynn.” Richard directed this explanation to Donald who didn't know any of the group well; but Donald was there for a specific reason. The three young men continued to stare. More explaining was required.

“As you know, Tommy Lynn has come to admire me … physically.” At this Richard preened a bit.

“Richard washes Tommy Lynn's cars naked,” Buddy laughed.

“Racer used to do that,” Latham added.

“There you go again! Who the fuck is Racer?”

“This is about ME! Not Racer!” Richard said with more than a little annoyance in his voice.

“Racer is Latham's ...” Buddy stopped and coughed significantly. “... rooooommate and he has a dick this long!” Buddy held his hands absurdly far apart.

“No wonder you talk about him all the time.”

“I've hardly said a word,” Latham chuckled innocently.

“He has offered me a MILLION dollars!” Richard said this loud enough that the next table looked over at him.”AND the cars … as a wedding present.”

Silence. The waitress approached. “Another pitcher, boys?”

Buddy broke the silence. “Yes, ma'am. And he's paying.” He pointed at Richard.

“Aren't you polite? Do I look like your mother? Call me Charleen, darlin'.”

“Yes ma'am, Charleen. No, you don't look like her at all.”

“Aren't you the cutest thing ...” Charleen sighed as she took the empty pitcher away.

“She likes you,” Latham noted; and no one was surprised. Buddy looked like the oldest of the group and his shiny, jet black hair gave him the dramatic handsomeness of a bad boy. Even in the darkness of the bar he turned the ladies heads.

“So, do I marry him?” Richard asked.

“Do you want to?” Donald countered.

“He's not going to live forever.” Richard showed no particular emotion.

“Is it worth it?” Latham asked.

“Nobody ever offered me a million dollars before.”

“Plus you'd inherit his company and his house, if he did die. It's a nice house,” Buddy noted. “I'm getting to know houses now that I'm in the furniture business.”

“What about George?”

“Tommy Lynn doesn't mind that I fuck George. I think he fucks him, too, sometimes”

Latham wasn't satisfied with that answer. “You're not really answering any of our questions, Ritchie.” The combination of hearing Ritchie, a nickname Richard liked and not many people used, and the honest concern in Latham's voice did it.

“I don't KNOW what to do.” Richard was close to tears. “I'm not even done with school.”

“Delay.” Donald was decisive. “Delay is your best course, assuming you really want to consider marrying him eventually. Tell him you need time. Tell him while you're washing the cars and he's in a good mood. Are you having sex?”

“Of course. He fucks my brains out, usually on the hood of the Chevy.”

“Crucial information: what do you think about while he's fucking you?”

“Usually I'm hoping we don't mess up the wax job.”

“Well, that's not good.” Donald stopped asking questions and thought over Richard's answers.

“I'm glad you came, Donnie. I knew your medical knowledge would come in handy.”

“I'm studying to be a psych nurse,” Donald told the table.

“A psych nurse? Oh, do I need to get to know you!” Charleen cooed as she set the pitcher in the center of the table. She left humming a twangy version of 'Play Me No Sad Songs'.

“Delay,” Donald repeated. “It takes the pressure off. Let's you think about all the possibilities.” And that seemed to be that, for the moment.

Changing the subject, Buddy asked, “When was the first meeting of the Fauquier County Whatever?”

“It was just me. After Tommy Lynn proposed. I sat here and got hammered and decided I needed my friends. Which I hope y'all are.”

A chorus of confirmations followed. And then Buddy added, “I like having millionaires for friends,” which annoyed Richard.

“Yeah? You think I'm that mercenary? Well the third meeting ought to be about your fucked up entanglement with young Master Willis. Does he use a whip on you yet?” Richard paused for a breath. Shit!” he resumed. The thought just came to him. “I could be Will's stepfather! Which would make you my what? … Stepson-in-law?”

“I'm not marrying anyone,” Buddy muttered.

The jukebox spun up Rex Allen singing 'Play Me No Sad Songs'. Charleen sidled up to Buddy. “Why don't you come dance with me, darlin'?”

Without a word Buddy stood and they walked to the tiny dance floor, the only couple dancing. At a distance, and with the lights low, Charleen and Buddy looked pretty good together. “They look kinda hot,” Richard observed. Before long her hands slid down and rested on Buddy's butt.

“Are you sure he's gay?” Donald asked.

“He's had lots of sex with men,” Richard replied.

“But just with you and then Will, right?” Latham asked.

“Do all gay guys know everything about each other? How would I know? I don't know much of anything.”

“Don't be so hard on yourself, Richard,” the nurse-in-training said.

“Sorry, Ritchie,” a contrite Latham said. It would be very hard for anyone to stay mad at Latham.

“You boys want another pitcher?” asked a new waitress.

“What happened to Charleen?”

“She got off a little early. We're not very busy tonight.”

“Just the check, please.” Richard smirked as he paid the bill for three pitchers. “Buddy always finds a way not to pay.”

“Bitter, bitter ...” Donald noted.

“He used to be so sweet sometimes,” Richard sighed.

“It's bed time for me,” Latham said. “School in the morning. Thanks for the beer, Ritchie.”

“Now there's a sweet boy. Why can't I ever find one like him?”

“Cause you take everything too seriously, Donald. Which is why I trust you.” Richard drained his glass and they left the bar.

 

[Craiger]

Uh oh! Latham has joined the "Fauquier County Benevolent and Protective Society in Aid of … Gentle Boys.” This will be interesting. Tommy Lynn has proposed to Richard?? Poor Racer, he's out of a relaxing job of washing Tommy's cars. Buddy and Willis are still carrying on, but Donald seems to be new. I'm hoping Latham is still living with Racer. There's still hope there. This is going to be fun to pursue, thanks Rory.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for starting another of your fantastic stories!

 

[Kyanimal]

I'm liking this so far!

As I had no doubts I would!

 

[arogersb]

Thanks for starting a new story with a familiar cast. I am ever so curious what's going on with Willis and Buddy. Will has held my attention since his introduction and readin about him getting fucked really rocks my boat.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Two - Euie


“Fuck!” I slammed my hands on the wheel in frustration, watching the idiot Prius in front of me slow to a crawl and then stop. I-66 was a parking lot as usual. I was gonna be late and Richard is always such a prick about that. I could hear his simper, “Trouble reading your watch, Euie?”

I'd have been on time if George Brightwater hadn't sent me to get a deed recorded at four-God-damned-thirty on a Thursday afternoon. Why is it, I'd like to know, that I can do a multi-million security trade with an email and a login, but a pissant piece of property in Bumfuck, Virginia, needs an Act of the Legislature to transfer? Why? “Because there are twenty people who make money off it,” George always says, “And we're two of them.” He said that the first time he fucked me and THAT was almost as hard to bring off as the property sale. I don't know what Racer wants with the place. It was nice, though – the fuck, that is, not the property. Worth waiting for. Definitely worth it. George just needs more confidence, that's all, 'cause that's a sweet dick once he gets it going.

Now what? The Prius is stopped dead and the driver is getting out. And what's he dressed as?

“Could you give me a push off the road? I think my car is dead.” He got back in the car and I gently pushed it onto the shoulder. Gently, because my bumper didn't match up with his. Not even close. I think I was pushing him by his tail lights. “Are you going to Airlie by any chance?”

“Near there. Get in.” He pressed a button on his key. Lights flashed and the Prius uttered its last gasp. I believe I was once with an Asian whore who made the same noise. We got back onto the roadway and then stopped in traffic again. “Rabbit suit?” I commented, checking him out more closely.

“Huh?” Boy genius, obviously.

“The ears and all. Is that a rabbit suit?”

“Yes.” He looked out the windshield expectantly as if the traffic might part like the Red Sea for Moses.

“Kind of hot for a rabbit suit, I'd say.” I was sweating in khakis and a long sleeved button down. We inched forward a few feet. “I'd put the a/c on, but then I couldn't hear the engine.” I do like the sound of this engine. Low and mellow. No reply from the rabbit. Instead he unzipped the suit to about half way down his chest and scratched his balls. We got passed the Nutley exit and the traffic picked up speed a bit.

“The breeze helps,” he said. “It is hot in this thing.” I glanced over at him and then again. He was playing with his cock a little, kind of absent-mindedly, without thinking about it. The traffic seized up again.

“If you don't mind, I'm gonna get off at the next exit and try 29; it can't be any worse.” He said sure and we got off at Fairfax Parkway into the land of strip malls, one after the other.

“I was working at a birthday party,” he said. “For five-year old girls. Pathetic, huh?”

“A job's a job. I've had crazy summer jobs, too.”

“It ain't a summer job.” He looked at me and I looked at his hand slowly squeezing his dick. He caught me looking. He didn't seem to care and took his hand away. I thought I could see the beginnings of an erection hidden pretty well by rabbit fur. “You can't believe how hot I am ...” A long pause. “ … in this suit.” He inched his pelvis slightly in my direction. Plainly, it was an invitation. I felt the fuzzy material of the suit down around his knee. He moved closer again and moved my hand onto his cock. “Feel how hot I am?”

We pulled off the road near Bull Run and parked. He struggled to get his arms out of the rabbit suit and pulled it down below his waist. He was wearing briefs very damp from sweat. I pulled them out of thwe way and went down on his cock. Things were kind of tight and we both got sweaty trying to find an accommodative position in the front seat of the truck. Not the best of circumstances but I got him moaning softly without much trouble. So far, so good. I let my hands wander. He liked my playing with his balls. I went farther a got a massive groan when I slipped a finger into him. The bunny wants to fuck!

I struggled to get my pants down and get a condom on without breaking the mood. Then I lowered the costume and his briefs to knee level, put his knees over my head and rolled him up into fucking position. “Wait!” he said without much urgency. I didn't wait and he took my cock with no more than a loud grunt. He was adamant about only one thing. He wouldn't kiss me. He came first stroking himself and I followed right after.

Sweaty, jizzy, and funky, we got ourselves back together and resumed the trip west without conversation. I stopped in Warrenton at the road that went to Airlie and let him out. He hesitated. “So ... uh … you want to give me some money?”

I thought about it briefly and wondered how much he wanted. “No.” I decided.

He shrugged. “I'm a lousy 'ho'.”

I drove away and hurried to the bar to meet Richard and some other guys he said would be there. I walked in and Richard started to say something, but I just kept walking. “Be right back,” I told him and went into the men's room. I still smelled of sex. After about ten minutes and as much washing up as I could manage, I sat down and poured a beer from the closest pitcher into an empty glass.

“Did you just get laid?” Richard hissed. I looked at him like he was crazy. “I can smell it!” he hissed some more. A guy at the next table looked over wondering where the snake was. I smiled. Couldn't help it. “And that, gentlemen, is why we're here at the third meeting of the Fauquier County Benevolent and Protective ...”

“Can it, Richard,” Buddy said. He turned to me with a wink. “Really? How could you possibly be more interested in fucking than in drinking a watery warm beer with us?”

“That's the point, Buddy! He's always doing that. He dick leads him around like a puppy. He takes terrible risks! With freaks of nature!”

“His dick was only slightly bifurcated,” I explained.

“Two dicks! That's what George said you called it!” Richard was red in the face. “What was it this time?”

“A rabbit?” I ventured and Latham laughed. “Ok, he was wearing a rabbit suit.” Latham choked on his beer. It was always fun making Latham laugh. Such a sweet kid.

“Donnie, tell him! The risks he's taking! You're gonna be dead by the time you're ...” Richard couldn't finish.

“Well,” the psych nurse in training began, “there ARE diseases, you know.”

“I was wearing a condom,” I said, after which he politely shut up.

“This is for your own good! This is an INTERVENTION,” Richard hissed, drawing attention from the next table again. “You will FUCK ANYTHING.”

“So would you, Richard, if you had the chance,” Buddy commented.

“I get plenty of chances. Sometimes I say no, ok? Sometimes I don't. I fucked you, didn't I?”

Buddy looked down at the floor. Donnie said, “Whoa!” I said, “Let's hear about this!” Latham just smiled, waiting for more. Buddy likes a dick now and then but Richard! Wow! That was a surprise. Because they were so different. Buddy's kinda rough and rugged and Richard's, well, Richard's a total fairy.

“I am not the topic tonight,” Richard said and lapsed into silence.

Latham stepped into the breech and told a funny story about a drag show in Atlanta which unfortunately did not involve Latham having sex at all and that's something I'd really like to hear about. Latham is one of those guys who doesn't do anything half-way. Anyway, he got us off the intervention topic and onto things in general.

“I'm only trying to help,” Richard said to me privately.

“I know,” I answered instead of telling him, “Butt the fuck out!” which I wanted to say.

Then some random dude walked up to the table and got everybody's attention 'cause he wasn't bad looking at all. It took me a minute to recognize him and then he said, “I think I left my wallet in your truck.”

“Oh … Ok, let's go look.” He turned and walked to the door.

The table looked at me expectantly. “That was the rabbit,” I explained and got up.

We met at my truck and I opened the passenger door, inviting him to look inside. He bent over and began rummaging around on the floor, reaching under the seat. I watched his contortions as his t-shirt rode up slightly, exposing a small band of skin and the waistband of his underwear. “Found it!” he said.

It was now or never. Before he stood upright, I traced the length of that soft band of skin with one finger. He sucked in a sudden breath. “You want to go home with me, rabbit?” I asked. He froze. I slid my hands onto his butt and squeezed gently. Nice butt.

He stood up and showed me the wallet. I didn't care about the wallet. I touched his cock. It was soft but still a nice handful. “My name's not rabbit, it's Carey.”

I squeezed his cock gently. “You want to go home with me, Carey?” I felt the beginnings of a response in his cock.

“Dude, I'm straight,” he said.

I stole a line I had heard somewhere. “Nobody's perfect.”

I went along with his version of being straight. It took a while, but I convinced him there might be something in it for him this time and it would only be a blow job, a nicer one, to make up for mess we made in the afternoon. And it would have been only a blow job. Come on, I'm not an outright liar – I say, it would have been only a blow job if he hadn't liked that finger teasing him so much. Plus I think he's into cummin' with something in his ass now. Next morning, I did give him just the blow job in the morning and then a shower and then breakfast.

Before he left he stammered a bit and finally came out with it without lookin' me in the eye. “You said there might be something in it for me this time.”

“Carey, I gave you great sex,a shower, and breakfast. Do you really want money?” I made money sound like a sexually transmitted disease.

He left looking bewildered. Sweet boy. I bet he comes back.

 

[Kyanimal]

I'm a bit surprised at Euie being such a "snake".

Then again, that boy was broken in, and trained well.

I still find myself being tantalized by Latham, just as Racer, and just about everyone else, has been.

Lovin' this branching out of the overall story!

Keep Typin' and Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

Damn! I thought we were being blessed with another chapter... I do believe I should move East and try to catch some of these sexy guys. I think the rural areas must have plenty to pick from. Maybe I could even drop a few dollars toward Tommy Lynn for investment. Hopefully by that, meeting Racer and some of the boys. I'd even join the "Fauquier County Benevolent and Protective Society in Aid of … Gentle Boys.” Thanks, Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Three - Buddy


“Life isn't fair.” I guess I said it out loud.

I was watching a baseball game and a young guy, a rookie ran full out for home plate on a close play. He scored; but that wasn't what upset me. He looked so beautiful doing it, like a race horse, with a fluid, effortless motion that made you think he was born to run. The unspoken thought in my head was, “And on top of everything else, I bet he has a big dick.” I don't have a big dick; that was what was unfair.

“I'm glad you figured that out,” my dad said.

“What?”

“That life isn't fair. Your mother still hasn't. Every week she buys a lottery ticket absolutely convinced it's her turn to win.” He smiled at me and went back to watching the game.

I wondered if I inherited my small dick from him. The last time I saw him naked I was probably five or six or something and his dick looked huge; but all dicks look huge to a kid. Maybe he's like me. It doesn't seem to bother him, though.

“Are you worried about something, Buddy?” he asked me. “Girl troubles?”

“No,” I gave him a big smile back. “I'm good.”

“I'm glad of that, because the lottery drawing is tonight and I don't want two people moping around the house.”

He was ok, my dad. Never gave me too much shit, encouraged me, and went along with things. My older brother Marcus was enough trouble, I guess, so he left me alone. He gave me his name, Foster, and also my nickname because one Foster was enough, he said.

Foster “Buddy” Claymore is what my driver's license says. Black hair, blue eyes, 5'11½”. It doesn't say five and three-quarter inch dick, but maybe it should. Then girls could just check out my license instead of being disappointed later. The one girl I got to bang more than once was honest. “It's not huge, Buddy, but it's nice and chubby. I like that kind.”

What's not fair is Richard has a huge dick. I noticed that when a bunch of us went skinny dipping toward the end of high school. To tell you the truth, I didn't pay too much attention to him at first because he was a fairy. Everybody knew it, but he never made any moves on anybody and so we tolerated him. At the time I was straight, or thought I was, or maybe told myself I was, I'm not sure; but the idea I wasn't had never crossed my mind. I didn't rule it out or anything; I just never thought about it. I went to school, worked the little five acre farmette we lived on, and now and then got lucky with a girl.

So anyway we were swimming and I got out of the creek and Richard stared at me. Not at my dick, specifically, more like at all of me. He was standing by my clothes and I approached. “Sorry for staring,” he said. “I never knew you had such a good build. You could advertise for a gym.” He averted his eyes as I dressed. “I'm Richard Stearns.”

“Buddy Claymore,” I said back. We actually knew each other's names after four years at the same high school, but I don't think we ever talked before.

“Do you work out?” Later Richard admitted it was a trite pick up line, but I'd never heard it before.

“Farm work and baseball,” I told him. Some guys were staying at the creek, but I needed to go home and told him, “Later.”

“Need a ride?” he said.

I swear I had no clue he was picking me up. He danced around the subject of sex for a while and then outright asked. “Don't get pissed or nothing, but would you want a blow job … like right now?” He eased me from total shock to thinking about it to pulling my trow down in about fifteen minutes; and I came about two minutes later. I pulled my pants ups and got out of the car. He was sitting there with a shit-eating grin and jackin' his cock. I never even noticed him pull it out. He was HUGE! I muttered thanks and ran the rest of the way home.

I got a hardon every night in bed thinking about it. That was something like mid-April and by the end of May he must have blown me a dozen times. I gave him a couple of hand jobs in exchange. Then we went swimming again and two dudes caught us with our pants down going at it. It turned out they didn't give a shit; they were there to swim. The first guy headed for the creek but the second guy said to Richard, “Gonna finish him off?” And Richard, who likes to show off, finished me off. “Now you,” the dude said to me. I stuttered something and he said – no, he ordered me, “Suck his cock!” There was something in his voice … I don't know … so I sucked Richard's cock and gagged the first time he put in all the way in and near threw up when he came in my mouth. The dude said, “Payback. Always payback. He sucks you; you suck him. Same for fucking. Now come on swimming with me.”

Skinny, fairy Richard's got his clothes off in ten seconds and is following the dude to the creek. He's driving, so what choice did I have. I followed. At least it washed the cum off. Then when we were dressing, Richard said, “Look at that! Sweet!” The two dudes were fucking! The one who talked about payback was taking a monster cock up the old wazoo! And LIKING it! “We could do that,” Richard said.

I near panicked, “No way!” So we sucked cock, me for the second time in my life. I only gagged a little this time. And then we went home. On the way Richard got serious.

“Buddy, you have the sexiest body I've ever seen.” No shit, no joking, that's what he said.

“My dick's too small.”

“Every part of you is perfect,” he said. I think he would have kissed me but we were doing sixty at the time. “Think about fucking.”

“Us? Fuckin'?”

“You fuckin'. No payback required.”

More wet palms and panic. My voice was shaky when I got out of the car. “Later, dude.”

“Fuckin', Buddy. Think about it,” he answered.

I jacked off that night thinking about it. The picture of those two older guys was stuck in my head. Jeez, that was a big dick! And the guy loved it! I swear he was looking me right in the eyes when he came. It made me come!

A couple weeks later we stopped in a old cemetery for our usual blow job after school. Richard got me all warmed up and then said, “I want you to fuck me.” He had a condom and lube all ready. I hesitated. “I ain't leaving high school unfucked, Buddy, and I want you to do it.” I did it and the memory of the payback dude came back to me.

“You want to?” I offered, and that was when he did kiss me.

“Fifty years from now I'm gonna remember this and I'll tell myself, you know, Richard, you probably loved that boy. Where is he now?” Richard said and he kissed me again.

So, we sucked each other a lot and now and then I fucked him all summer long; and then we went to school, me to Lord Fairfax, 'cause I'm basically stupid, and Richard to James Madison, 'cause he isn't.

I paused in my story, thinking I was talking too much, and said to Latham and Euie, “Are you sure y'all want to hear all this?”

“YES!” Euie said; and Latham nodded, “Reminds me of some stuff I did.”

“Get to the part where Richard fucks you,” Euie said. “Before he gets here.” He poured beers for us all and I continued.

Ok, so the school year ended and I needed a job. I ran into Richard and he was friendly and all, but our sex sessions were over. He said he was interning with a financial management outfit and basically every person in the place was fuckin' every other person.

That arrangement left no room for me, so I split to answer an ad for a furniture store assistant. Management trainee, it said. The money wasn't great but if I saved it was ok-enough I wouldn't have to hit up my parents much for school. The woman I talked to, Sarah, was … what would you say … uh, voracious? Like she would eat you alive? She does have a nice rack, though. She caught me looking at her boobs and said, “Don't even think about it! You'll be working with my husband.” I didn't have any other offers, so I took it. The next morning I met the husband and, whoa! - he's the payback dude from the creek – the one who got fucked. Well, we recognized each other …

Euie looked at his phone and said, “Buddy, get to the good part.” So I hustled the story along as much as I could.

A couple days later, right there in the store, the husband who is half-drunk all the time said to some old friend of his that if he wanted a blow job, he would 'cause he owed him. The friend says “Fuck you” more or less and gives me all rights to the blow jobs. I'm just standing there, probably with my mouth hanging open, and suddenly I own the blowjobs, three of them. The dode laughs, like it's a joke; but the husband looks at me like he's ready to suck me off. In fact, the husband takes a drink from his flask and says ok and he isn't messing around, he's kinda gruff about it. So I let him. Once was ok. The second time he … did some other stuff ...and I kinda liked it ...

“The point, Buddy!” Euie urged.

He fucked me, ok? That was the point. And the third time he fucked me again. And it was maybe a little rough. And I put up with it. And one morning I said, “What about payback?” And he said, “That was just bullshit.” But then one day the dude he was at the creek with came in and he fucked us both and then I fucked the husband.

“This dude, that dude … Don't these people have names?” Euie interjected.

Oh, man, I had to be careful and not use Racer's name; I didn't want to upset Latham. I think everybody including Latham knew Racer played around, but I didn't want to be that guy who forced Latham to confront the obvious. “Irrelevant;” I told Euie and continued the story.

So then I met Richard again and told him what was going on at work. He was all righteous about it. I said I didn't mind but he was all, “Your being abused at work and you put up with it?” And I said, “Is it abuse if you kinda like it?” And I thought he was gonna cry over that. Instead he said come have a beer with some guys. We can talk about this stuff. Help each other out. So here I am coming to the Fauquier Whatever-he-calls-it and last week, when the first time was over and I went home with Charleen …

“Buddy!” Euie was impatient.

Well, he saw me the next day and said he loved me and why was I ruining myself with this drunk, doing all this sex stuff. And I said what stuff? And he said, “Fuck you, Buddy. Why is he fuckin' you when it should be me?” And so I let him fuck me … oh shit ! Here he comes.

“Richard!” three voices called out in greeting.

While Richard settled himself, Euie whispered to me, “You gonna do it again with him?” I shrugged, having no idea if I would or Richard would even want to. Then he whispered, “Nothing wrong with a small dick, dude; I think you gave Latham a hardon with that story.”

“What are y'all whispering about?” Richard asked.

“You,” Euie throws back at him.

“Yeah? Juicy story?”

“Well, it made Latham hard,” Euie said; and Latham just about shit but didn't deny it.

Richard, without a pause, focused on Latham and said, “Latham, maybe tonight's meeting of the Fauquier County Benevolent and Protective Society in Aid of Gentle Boys better be about you.”

 

[Kyanimal]

Lovin' this!

If Latham is there, I'm more than willing to join the "Far Queer Society", or whatever, too!

Please ... Keep Typin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

This hot little Society could put the boys in the band to shame... Stories and gossip and big and little dicks.... I'm sure now to join. Euie loves to embarrass Latham I think. In fact he seems to do it to everyone. How is Carey doing? Euie should introduce him the the club, rabbit suit and all. Thanks Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Four - Latham

I took Richard's threat to make the meeting about me seriously. Sorry, Richard, that's NOT going to happen. Going … no more “gonna”. My high school advisor says I need to elevate my speech patterns some if I'm GOING to get into college. And I'm GOING to get into college. It's fine to be FROM West Virginia, he says, it's almost exotic as long as you don't sound like it. My advisor is a GOD, by the way. He's changed my whole outlook. Possibilities are endless, he says. The teachers back home said that also, but no one believed them. Refo FitzJohn, he's my advisor, makes it all seem possible. I think he's gay, but he's never hit on me. He keeps it purely professional, like Racer, God-damn HIS ass. This meeting is not going to be about me because there isn't much to say about me. That is the long and short of it.

“What do you mean, no experience?” Richard said in disbelief.

“No experience means not much,” I answered. “I didn't even know gays were real until I met a drug dealer who wanted to blow me.”

Buddy looked suddenly interested. “Drug dealer? That right there sounds like a whole chapter by itself.”

“Yes, maybe. My one and only chapter. Todd Hinckley ...” That was as far as I got.

“Todd Fucking Hinckley!!!” Euie almost screamed. “No shit! What a small world! Except he never offered to suck me off. I had to suck him. Don't look at me like that!” he said to Buddy. “It was only to get a discount on the merchandise.”

“But you did suck him,” Buddy grinned in some kind of triumph I didn't understand.

“Well, yes, but ...”

“And you're the one who said I have low taste. At least my guy can afford to shop around.” Buddy took a swallow of beer to end whatever debate the two of them had been having. “Todd Hinckley,” he scoffed.

“You'd like him, Buddy. He has a real small dick. Super easy to swallow, if you know what I mean? And I bet you know what I mean,” Euie spit back.

“Alright! Alright!” Richard said. “Buddy's cock is NOT that small. Nothing like what he says; and I know first hand what I'm talking about. He has a nice cock, awesomely functional. Three times in a row is pretty awesome.”

Even Euie looked impressed by Richard's endorsement of Buddy's capabilities. This was an unexpected turn in the conversation but at least it wasn't about me.

“Thanks, Richard,” Buddy said quietly.

“And I bet it's not five and three-quarters. When did you measure it last?”

Now Buddy was blushing. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“We do. It obsesses you and it shouldn't. When did you measure?” Richard persisted.

“You know, five and three-quarters is above the world average. It's nothing to be ashamed of, not at all,” Donnie commented. “Honest! It's in every endocrinology textbook; five and a half is average,” he added for a disbelieving Buddy.

“Um, so you let this Todd dude suck you?” Mac asked me. Uh-oh, it's back to me.

“After he got me a job, yes. And he was a lot smaller than you, Buddy. I bet he was more like four and change.”

“Is this really going to be about MY dick? All night?” Buddy wanted to know.

“I'm not sure he could execute a proper fuck,” Euie laughed. “Todd, that is.” Euie laughed some more looking right at Buddy.

“What is going on here?” Donnie asked. “I don't know y'all as well as y'all seem to know each other; and something is going on.”

“In high school, Buddy made fun of me 'cause I was gay,” Euie said. “And now he's on his back with his legs in the air every day and I'm supposed to be the freak.”

“How did he know you were gay? Were you out?”

“I wasn't out, but I kind of hit on him.”

“And he rejected you? Why did you hit on him?”

“I rejected you 'cause I didn't know I was gay,” Buddy explained. “I'm sorry, Euie.”

“Too late, asshole,” Euie countered.

“I ask again, why did you hit on him if he gave you no indication he'd reciprocate?” Donnie prodded.

“Look at him! He's fucking beautiful, ok? He's a walkin' wet dream! And you should have seen him in high school. He was … like … everything I wanted. I couldn't leave him alone and, to be honest, I thought he'd say yes. There was always this little bit of … gay that he gave off. Turns out I was right, huh, Buddy?”

Buddy shrugged in answer. “I was never faggy. Not like Richard.”

Richard rolled his eyes and adjusted something imaginary around his shoulders. “Well!”

“You know what I mean ...” Buddy said looking concerned. Richard smiled and patted his hand in forgiveness.

“Now I sense something between the two of you!” Donnie said the the Buddy-Richard duo.

“We were each others first,” Richard said, looking fondly at Buddy.

“Eventually, after I adjusted to the idea, we … did it all. Suckin', fuckin', even a little kissin'. And as long as we're doing testimonials, I'll say Richard is hot ... and gentle ... and kind … and he has a huge dick.” Buddy sounded utterly sincere. He stopped conversation for a bit.

Mac signaled for another pitcher and we all sipped on what was left of our beers. Charleen put the pitcher down and joked, “Who's free tonight?” At least I thought she was joking.

Donnie said, “I am.” He might have been serious; I couldn't tell.

“Too old, hon. I like these young 'uns.” She pinched my cheek and then walked to another table.

“She's not bad, if that's what you're lookin' for,” Buddy whispered to me.

“You fuck girls?” Mac asked. “”I thought you were hooked up with Racer?” Uh-oh, it's about me again. HE suddenly dropped that thought. “Back to this drug dealer … You worked for him and had sex on the side?”

“I didn't exactly work for him. I … uh … helped with his distribution system. I made deliveries but he handled all the payments. Todd didn't want to be driving all over West Virginia with a truck full of weed, he had enough to do covering his part of Maryland and Virginia.”

“You were his mule?” Euie asked.

“I guess that's what you call it.”

“And dropped trou on demand?” Richard prodded.

“Not on demand exactly. Well, not at first.” God, my skin crawled thinking about those first few times with Todd. Creepy and ugly, besides; but he paid me probably more than I was worth.

“Later?”

“Later, after we both started working for a NASCAR crew, yes, pretty much on demand. He said he'd get me fired if I didn't and it was the best job I ever thought I could get. Better than anything back home. Much better.”

“And you never reciprocated?”

“Well ...” I screwed up my face and they all laughed. “Yes, sometimes. But no fuckin'. I'm not sure he actually could; Euie's report on his size was correct. And besides, he never asked.”

“Saving yourself for Racer, right?” Mac asked with a grin. “I sure can't blame you there. Racer's awesome.” I guess my face gave away how surprised I was to hear that.

“Let's leave Racer out of this for now,” Richard suggested.

“Why? Everybody knows he plays hard. He fucked me and it was amazing.” Euie looked proud of his accomplishment. “And I don't get fucked much.” Euie nodded confirming his own statement. “He fucked you, too, Buddy. Don't be lookin' so smug. And I bet he nailed Richard a time or two.”

“He's fucked every one of you?” Of course I knew Racer had a sex life; I was just shocked it included the whole damn county.

“Yes,” Mac said. “George and Tommy Lynn, too. And Lonnie. And ...”

“I don't know Racer,” Donnie said, “But if I did, you could probably include me. I'm a sucker for anybody with confidence.”

“Wait? Whose Lonnie?” Buddy asked.

“Lonnie is Racer's neighbor, two doors away,” I explained. “And Euie and Mac drop by sometimes and Richard?”

“Euie and Mac. Not me,” Richard clarified.

“Euie and Mac are house guests at Lonnie's now and then,” I finished.

“Threesomes?” Donnie asked with an approving look.

“Not as often as you want to think,” Euie said. “It's mostly alternating. And Vince, who lives next door ...”

“Vince!” Donnie was in awe. “Who the fuck is Vince?”

“Vince, actually a real sweetie, is a really hot blond who has a thing for Euie. I think Vince likes fucking guys who pretend they never bottom.” Mac's comment instantly pissed off Euie.

“I'll take a dick sometimes. I got no problem with that. But you have to make me WANT it, which you have never done.”

“That time you thought Lonnie was fuckin' you? It was me, asshole!” Mac's temper suddenly flared.

“Yeah? Well Lonnie made it happen. Not you!”

“Ok, ok,” Richard soothed.

“Has Vince fucked Racer?” I blurted out and caused silence at the table.

Euie gave it some thought. “I don't think so … No, probably not, I'd say. They're good friends, though.
They respect each other, so there must be some history there.”

Mac agreed. “They're too much alike for be havin' sex.”

“Man, this town. All y'all have had sex with each other? Baltimore was never like this.”

“It's a small town if you leave out the Washington people and everybody does. You're from Baltimore, Donnie?”

I couldn't wait to leave and did when the pitcher went dry. When I got to the apartment I waved to Mrs. Lucketts, the landlady, who was sitting on her porch with a bug candle for light and went inside. Racer was already in bed with the door closed, reading I guess. I could see his light on.

“Hey, Race, I'm back,” I called to him. Maybe he was asleep, he didn't answer. I opened the sleep sofa I used for a bed and took my clothes off. I went to the bathroom, gave a lot of beer back to the sewerage system, brushed my teeth, and prepared to hit the sofa.

“Latham? That you?” Racer called.

I opened his door and looked in. “Yes. I'm back from drinking a few with some friends.”

“Good time?”

“Mostly. A fifty-year-old barmaid offered me ride.” I laughed; he laughed. “Racer? Can I ask you a question?” I walked toward his bed a few steps.

He smiled and said, “The blue underwear!” He always liked my blue underwear.

“Can I ask?”

“Of course. Shoot!”

“We've sort of talked about this before. Anyway, you're gay and I'm willing. How come you've never ...” He didn't let me finish the question. He patted the bed and I sat down. He spoke quietly and matter-of-factly.

“I invited you to live hear so you could finish high school under a real good program and you moved in under those terms. I figured if anything happened between us and it was a distraction - good or bad, no matter - that could make you quit school. And finishing school was the whole point of being here, right? So, I admit I was tempted a few times, you know I like you, but until you finish school ...”

“I'm finished in September. That's what my advisor recommended to the program head. You know what? He wants me to go to college and study mechanical engineering.”

Racer's mouth fell open. “Really! That's awesome! Engineering!”

“Mechanical or maybe metallurgical.”

“God! I'm so proud of you!” Impulsively, and Racer doesn't do much impulsively, he hugged me. The covers fell down and it was obvious he was naked. I hugged him back and didn't let go.

“Racer ...” I looked at him and deliberately kissed him. It started out with soft kisses and didn't stop. I started to get into the bed with him but he laughed.

“The blue underwear,” he said again. I stood up.

“They come off real easy ... easily, I mean. You just put your fingers here ...” I guided his fingers to the waistband of the underwear, “... and push down.”

He pushed down and the underwear fell to the floor. Tentatively, my cock swung out, not fully hard, but definitely not soft. He licked the tip with his tongue and then took it in his mouth. So much better than Todd Hinckley. I groaned and instantly understood Euie's comment about having to make him want it. I wanted Racer any way, every way I could get him.

“This isn't going to change anything, will it?” Racer asked. He looked serious, but it was hard to tell with Racer.

“Totally,” I told him. “It will totally change everything.”

“I know,” he said and pulled me into the bed.

 

[Craiger]

Aw! I'm thrilled that Latham and Racer have finally connected. There were so many times it almost happened when they were at the track. Racer was good at controlling himself and Latham was too shy to pursue anything. I'm glad times have changed. Thanks, Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

This story doesn't seem particularly popular; maybe it's time to cook up some new fantasy.

 

[Kyanimal]

Don't you Freaking dare, Rory!

At least not NOW that Latham and Racer are FINALLY at this threshold!

Maybe after a few more chapters. Then again, depending on where that goes, maybe not even after that!

I'm voting on giving this a chance to roll!

So ... Please ...

Keep Typin' and Smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

I second that thought!!! You always have a twist or turn that will keep the story rolling. As Chaz said, now that Latham and Racer have progressed, we need more into the new relationship. Besides, you have several characters to expound on. What's happening with Richard and Tommy Lynn? How did George receive that news? Too many exciting things going on. Can't stop now Rory....

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Five - Richard


He can be so nice. Especially after I fuck him, which I have done three times now. He drapes one arm around my shoulders. When he talks his lips brush mine in little kisses. Sometimes we stop for a big kiss and lately he holds my dick. He's not jacking me or anything; he just holds me. And like Euie said, he's beautiful.

“Buddy?” I just wanted to say his name. “Sex with you keeps getting better, you know?”

“Are you really going to marry Tommy Lynn?”

“Would you care if I did?”

“Course I would. I want you to be happy. And I'll miss you.”

“Miss me? I'll still be around. Marriage isn't death.”

“No, I mean I'll miss being like this. You and me. Doing stuff.” He let go of my dick and put his hand on the small of my back. I trembled a little. He pulled me tight against his body and I could have lain there happily with him forever.

“We talked,” I explained. “Tommy Lynn doesn't expect fidelity. 'I intend to play around, Richard. I expect you will too. I'm not marrying you for sex.' That's exactly what he said and that was right after he nailed me good in the garage.”

“Don't talk about that part, Ritchie. I don't want to hear that part.”

I just fuckin' dissolve when he calls me Ritchie. I felt his cock harden against me. “Remember Euie saying he needed to want to get fucked before he'd let anybody do it?” Buddy nodded. “I want you all the time. You made me want it that first day in my daddy's truck and I've been wanting you ever since.”

He started to kiss me with some urgency. His knee forced my legs apart. He could do anything he wanted with me. No question. There was one thing I wanted to do first. I jumped out of bed and got the tool I wanted.

“What?” Buddy asked.

“I'm gonna measure your dick. 'Cause I think your number is bullshit!” He got very embarrassed but he let me. Measured accurately, it was two pubic hairs short of six inches. I pressed the ruler into his pelvic bone a little. “SEE ASSHOLE! Six and an eighth! And I bet if I lick it ...” I began licking and shifted to giving him the best blow job I knew how to do. Deep, lots of tongue action, little kisses, back to licking,a nd then going deep again. He alternated between holding his breath, watching me and throwing his head back in ecstasy. I applied the ruler again, pushing the end harder into him. “YES! Six and a quarter!” He half laughed and half groaned. I tossed the ruler aside. “Fuck me, Buddy,” I whispered. “Give it to me!”

If he bends my knees up to my ears, really curls me up, he can get deep into me. And he did. And he railed me good. His cock is more than big enough to drive my prostate crazy. He was panting and pounding and kissing me non-stop. What made me cum was four words. “Don't marry him, Ritchie.” I started spurting against his stomach.

“Don't stop,” I begged him. “Come in me.” It's awesome when he comes; he tries to envelop my whole body. I lay there paralyzed, wrapped in his arms and legs, and feeling his cock pound me. He totally dominates me, owns me, just wipes me out. And I love it.

I don't know how he got to be so good with just me to practice on. As far as I know, it's just me, mostly me, and Will now and then at the store. Oh, yeah, I forgot; Racer once. And Euie, sort of, but that didn't really happen.

We lay silently, his arm around my shoulders, his free hand holding my cock. “I'm all sticky,” I told him.

“That's ok.” He wanted to say more but he didn't.

“He wants to marry me for tax reasons, Buddy. No shit. That's the whole thing. Will is his son and Will's step father, I guess that's what you'd call him, Fairfax, is Tommy Lynn's partner. And the deal is Fairfax will leave Will forty-nine percent of the business and Tommy Lynn will leave me fifty-one percent, because he trusts me with money and he doesn't trust Will. Or maybe he doesn't trust Will's wife. I'm not sure about that part. As Tommy Lynn's spouse I'd inherit the fifty-one percent tax free and the tax wouild only be owed on Will's part, which we could manage without dissolving the business. And then we split the stock into voting and non-voting shares and I'm supposed to marry George Brightwater so the control of the business doesn't ...”

“Richard, shut up ...” He crushed me against his body and barely let me breath. Finally he eased off the pressure. “I don't want to think about all those people having sex with you.”

“Only two, who I'm doin' now anyway, and you don't mind, and we could still ...” He grabbed me again and crushed me, shutting me up.

“I do mind.”

Well! I mean! Whew! He DOES mind? I squirmed and Buddy relaxed his grip.

“I'm telling you, Donnie, think twice about having sex with a former high school wrestler. At any moment he could squeeze me out like a tube of toothpaste. Don't laugh ... I mean, I'd probably like it, but it would hurt later.” I thought I made a joke; Donnie didn't.

“Richard, your situation is a lot more complicated that I thought. But I'm a psych NURSE – almost - not a psychiatrist. I can't psychoanalyze you and all your friends.”

“I know, I know. Just keep an eye on us. You know the signs. We don't want anybody getting suicidal or anything.”

“Y'all are just guys having a good time. Who's going to get suicidal?”

“Buddy, when he figures out the damage Will is doing to him. Latham when he figures out that Racer will end up being bad news. Euie, when he figures out he needs love and has kicked all his prospects in the teeth. Mac who takes everything way too personally. George, who manages to fuck up every potential relationship before it even gets going. Tommy Lynn … Mostly Tommy Lynn. I think he's contemplating … I don't know. I just don't have a good feeling about him.”

“Here's Mac and Euie. Who is the older dude?”

“Lonnie, the flasher they fuck around with.”

“You're kidding, right?”

“He will find a way to show you his dick before the evening is over. No shit, Donnie. He will. I warned you. Do not be surprised when it happens.”

“You talk like he's a freak.”

“Well … isn't he? Exposing himself to everybody.”

“Hey, y'all,” Euie said. “Lonnie, Donnie. Donnie, Lonnie.”

Introductions were over. Donnie and Richard slid against the wall to make room in the booth for the newcomers. Lonnie sat and slid closer to Donnie. As he sat down there was a loud r-r-i-i-p-p.

“Will you look at that. Damn Chinese stuff. Who of y'all ever heard of sweat pants ripping? The crotch is totally torn.” He leaned back giving everyone a view of the gaping split in the crotch of his sweats. No underwear, of course; everything on display.

I looked at Donnie and slightly raised my eyebrows. He smiled not too broadly and turned to Lonnie. “You know, I have a couple of suture packs in my car. I could sew that up for you. It wouldn't be perfect, but ...”

“Could you? Man, I'd be SO grateful. I can't go around with my peter hanging out. Well, I guess I COULD actually, but ...” Everyone laughed cautiously at Lonnie's half-assed joke, nobody being sure how far this was going. So far Lonnie had made no move to close the gap.

“You want to come out to my car? I can sew you up there,” Donnie offered.

“Well, there they go.” Mac commented. “Does Donnie know what he's in for?”

“Donnie's a big boy,” I said.

“No Buddy tonight? No Latham?”

“I think Euie's a little sweet on Latham,” Mac commented, looking up at the ceiling.

“Who wouldn't be? Man, he's hot. Charleen, hon?” Euie held up the empty pitcher. “It's ok to say that, isn't it?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Because, Richard, my dear, you are the one running this circus. I suppose you want to hear about Rabbit Redux.”

“Is that a literary reference? You fuckin' English majors ...” I kidded Euie.

“Philistine! Bean counter! Do you really wear green eye shades to bed?” Euie shot back with a grin.

“Awww, he seemed kind of sweet and now you have corrupted him.”

“He came corrupted; I just opened his eyes a little wider.”

Euie teased us with an incomplete account of Rabbit's return to the scene of his first crime. Minute details about Rabbit's shame for driving his mother's Prius, only the most sketchy about sex. We had almost finished the pitcher before he confided that Carey liked being called Rabbit.

“He'd prefer to be called Stud Rabbit, but he's got to earn that one.”

“So he hasn't fucked you?” Mac asked.

“Speaking of coitus interruptus, how long does it take to sew up a six inch tear?” Euie asked. “I'm getting horny thinking about what's going on in Nurse Donald's car.”

Another pitcher arrived with a question from Charleen. “Where's Foster tonight?” I told her he had to work late. “Sweet boy, tell him 'hey' for me. What about that other one with the light-colored hair?”
I explained Latham was literally off to the races. She looked questioningly at the three of us and then nodded. “Let me know when y'all want to settle up.”

Euie was insulted that he was not even considered as a third choice. “I'm good with women. I don't leave 'em grinding their teeth.”

“The last one you were with didn't HAVE teeth,” Mac said and Euie took slight offense. He tried to laugh it off but I could tell he was hurt, both by Charleen and Mac.


“Okle-dokle! as the sailor said to the drag queen. Where's the beer?” Lonnie returned and sat down to pour himself a beer. His sweats were adequately repaired.

“Where's Donnie?”

He grimaced, showing a lot of teeth, and shook his head heavily. “Needs to change his pants.”

 

[Kyanimal]

I think I followed that ... maybe.

Do, please, keep this rolling!

I'm liking it!

Thank You!, Rory!

 

[Craiger]

I love when Euie says, “Because, Richard, my dear, you are the one running this circus." Our "Fauquier County Benevolent and Protective Society in Aid of … Gentle Boys” has become quite a circus. It is increasing in numbers. Pretty soon they'll need two tables and more pitchers of beer. That's quite a interesting proposal from Tommy Lynn. Tommy has Richard marrying half the county just to, seemingly, keep the business out of Will's control... Thanks, Rory.

Craiger

 

[EasyRory]

I think I followed that ... maybe.

Sorry, I guess I shouldn't rely on oblique hints in earlier chapters to explain events in the latest one. I forget that you aren't reading them one after the other.

There's some things in the latest one that won't make sense until later. Again, sorry.