Gerald’s Gift
By
Gary M. Smith
By
Gary M. Smith
Hi Guys. It's been a while since I posted anything. I've been working on a novel. This story is not an excerpt from the novel, but I hope you enjoy it.
By the time Gerald graduated from high school, he had received a through education in human cruelty. He hated every guy in the school, because of the pain he’s had to endure for four years. He hated Phys. Ed. because the coaches required nude showers after every class period, and it was the showers that brought him so much humiliation. He graduated with no real friends to go forward into life with him, and no fond memories of good times. He hadn’t played on any teams, although the asshole coaches had hounded him for football, because of his size. He hadn’t won any academic honors, because he just didn’t give a shit about doing well. He had no plans for further education, because, not only couldn’t his parents afford it, he himself looked upon it as just further opportunities for humiliation. . .
Gerald was a big guy, muscular early on, and as he passed through puberty, he’d gotten hairy enough to warrant being called the ape man by his peers. A nickname, brought about by the British group the Kinks’, popular song by the same name. He also hated the Kinks. Gerald felt singled out, when all he really wanted was to fit in. He couldn’t help the way nature had made him.
After a summer spent feeling sorry for himself, his folks suggested he might feel better if he found a job, and started thinking about getting out of the house. He gave it a half hearted attempt, but none of the interviews panned out, and come September he was still moping around in his basement room at his parent’s house. He had lost faith that he could make it beyond his concrete and cinder block apartment under his parent’s feet. . .
On a cold day in November after he’d celebrated his eighteenth birthday with his parents in the kitchen, he decided he needed some fresh air, and went for a long walk through the town where he’d grown up. He meandered for hours, hunching against the cold damp wind that seemed to push him onward. When he reached the railroad tracks that divided the town from the good and the bad, he crossed over into what was essentially unknown territory for him. He knew that the other side of the tracks was home to the blacks, and poor white trash families that mostly lived in shacks and trailers, but he had no real experience of the place, since it had pretty much been forbidden territory growing up. He’d never had the need to know more about it but that day, something seemed to call him across the tracks, and so he went. . .
What he found, was just a poorer neighborhood than his own, not particularly rich neighborhood. There was a corner mom and pop grocery, and down the street further, a dump of an auto repair shop. As he walked passed the repair shop, he noticed a sign offering a parts runner job. Something drew him in to the dim grease covered interior where he was confronted by a bear of a man in greasy overalls, boots and no shirt covering his hairy greasy arms and hands. . .
“What can I do you for?” The bear asked.
“I saw your sign.” Gerald almost whispered. There was something about the bear that had sent a surge of blood through his veins.
“Yeah? You want a job?” The bear looked Gerald up and down and a slight grin began to play on his lips. Gerald just nodded, not able to think of anything to say. “Pay’s crap, but I’ll teach you to fix broken down old cars the uptown shops won’t touch anymore. The bastards don’t think poor people need service. You drive?” Gerald nodded. “Ain’t afraid to get yer hands and just about everything else greasy?” Gerald shrugged. “OK boy. My names Cleatus. What’s yourn?” Gerald shook the grease slicked hand, and introduced himself. Cleatus grinned broadly, and asked when he could start.
“Right now, I guess.”
“That’s great boy. I need you to run uptown to the parts store, and get me some gaskets for this ’58 Ford. I’ll give you the money to pay for them, because the bastards won’t give me a line of credit.” Cleatus dug into his overalls, and pulled out a wad of bills. He peeled off a couple of twenties, and then pointed to a beaten up rust bucket pick up sitting out in the front. “Keys are in it. Clutch is a little weak, but the brakes are OK. You know where the APS store is in Greenwood?” Gerald nodded. See you when you get back. . .
The first trip was an adventure for Gerald, because he’d never driven a truck before, and it made him feel good that Cleatus would trust him with his vehicle. When he got back with the gaskets, Cleatus showed him how to install them, and after the engine was put back together, he had Gerald get in the Ford and fire it up. The engine purred like a kitten, even if there was a heavy cloud of blue smoke pouring out of the exhaust pipe. . .
His parents were glad when he told them he had found a job, but he lied about where he was working. The were so glad he’d gotten out of the house, they didn’t pry. After a few weeks, he told them he was going to get an apartment, and they were happy for him. What he was really doing, was moving into a shack behind the repair shop Cleatus had told him he could have so he didn’t have to walk to work every morning and home every night. Cleatus lived on the second floor of the shop. . .
A few weeks after moving into the shack, Cleatus asked Gerald if he would like to go to dinner with him. Gerald, who had been living on baloney and mustard sandwiches, said he wouldn’t mind. They went to a local tavern, and Cleatus ordered steaks and baked potatoes and told the waitress to keep the beer coming. . .
Gerald, who had never had beer before, was getting light headed by the time they finished their meal. On the way back to the shop, Gerald put his arm around Cleatus to steady himself, and after a moment, Cleatus put his arm around Gerald. They walked the two blocks, chuckling and hugging each other. At the shop, Cleatus invited Gerald up to his apartment for the first time. Gerald climbed the stairs, and found that his cock was getting hard in his pants. He figured he had to piss, but determined to hold it if he could.
In the apartment, Cleatus asked him if he wanted anything to drink, but Gerald declined, flopping down on the couch and covering his boner with his hand. He watched Cleatus get himself beer, and then sat down beside Gerald on the ratty brown corduroy couch. Gerald thought Cleatus was showing a bone in his clean overalls. He looked, and saw there was a good sized nob sticking up in his pants. As he looked, Cleatus reached down and adjusted himself, and when he was finished, he had a nice thick pipe shaped along his leg.
“Wow Cleatus,” Gerald said, wiping his mouth with his fingers.
“What?” Cleatus put his bottle down, and looked at Gerald’s crotch. “Man, you horny or something?”
“I guess so.”
“Well you got a hefty package showing there boy.”
“You don’t? “ Gerald almost laughed out loud.
“You want a feel it?” Gerald laid his hand gently across the hard shape in Cleatus’s pants. Cleatus groaned, and laid his hand on Gerald’s cock in his pants. “Ever done anything with a guy before?”
“Never done nothing with anybody before.”
“Hell boy, are you up for this or are you just playing with me? If you are, you ought to watch out, because I’m so fucking horny, I could do it to a hole in the wall.”
“Well, let me see it.” Gerald was breathing sort of rough, and felt a bead of sweat break out o his forehead.
“Let’s both strip off, and see what we got to play with.” They stood up, and started pulling off clothes. Gerald, who was still a bit wobbly from the beers, got into a situation with one of his boots stuck in his pant leg, and had to bend over to try to extricate it. His large meaty ass still covered in his white cotton briefs mooned Cleatus, who stopped what he was doing with his own clothes, and sat back down on the couch, and pulled Gerald’s ass to him and stuck his face in the crack and took a deep breath. Gerald looked over his shoulder to watch.
Cleatus stripped off the size 14 underwear, exposing Gerald’s ass, and pulled the crack apart. He breathed deeply again, and then ran his tongue up it, centering finally over the tight little hole. Gerald shivered, and let out the stale breath he’d been holding in his lungs. Cleatus continued to tongue and munch the boy’s hole, savoring the steamy smell and juices his probing tongue reached for. After several minutes, Gerald stood up straight, and Cleatus turned him around.
“Gawd damn boy! Where’d you get that monster from?” Cleatus took Gerald’s 14 inch cock in his fist, and stroked it a time or two, making a bead of precum appear in the piss slit. Gerald was swooning with the touch of Cleatus’s hand on the thing that had brought him so much humiliation in school. Cleatus licked the ooze off the flaring head of his new toy, and then swallowed the thing like a polish sausage. Gerald had to grab onto his head to keep from collapsing his knees were so weak.
Cleatus sucked on Gerald for a while before Gerald began to moan. Cleatus pulled off his cock, and looked at the boy. “You gonna cum boy?”
“You keep that up and I am.” Gerald was finally able to gasp out after taking several deep breaths.
“Well, you just cum on and shoot.” Cleatus swallowed the boy’s cock again, and went to town on it like he was starving. Gerald started humping into his boss’s face, fucking like he’d been doing it for years. When he tipped over the edge, he yelled something incoherent, and nearly gagged Cleatus as he drove his big shaft down his throat, and let go a flood of cum. Cleatus was swallowing and gagging on the size of the load, but wouldn’t let the cock go until he had it all where he wanted it; in his hairy belly.
After Gerald was finished, he relaxed and Cleatus let him pull his softening cock out of his throat and mouth, and slip down onto his knees leaning over the seat of the couch. Cleatus, still hard as a rock, got up, and moved behind the boy. He ran his hard dick up and down the spit slicked crack, and Gerald pushed back into him. Together, pushing and maneuvering, they worked Cleatus’s big 12 inch cock into his hole. Gerald was gasping for breath, but remained game for the big intrusion into his body.
Once in, Cleatus rested across the boy’s big hairy back, and let him get used to his rod soaking in his ass juices. Gerald savored his first penetration, and savored too, the weight of his boss laying across his body. He was flooded with emotions he’d never known existed. He felt like he wanted to keep Cleatus in his hole the rest of his life. But he also had a fleeting thought about telling his folks that Cleatus was fucking him. . .
After a few minutes, Cleatus began to rock his hips, and when Gerald got the rhythm, he joined him, pushing back, to bury as much as of the big man cock in him as possible. Cleatus was a champ, and could fuck for hours if he felt like it, edging so close, that his body would tingle with pleasure. He wanted Gerald to experience that pleasure for his first fuck, and told him to work with him while they fucked. There were several rest periods when one or the other came too close, but after an hour and forty minutes of pleasure, Gerald finally couldn’t hold back.
Cleatus grabbed the head of the boy’s dick, and felt it flooding his palm with a hot load of cum. Gerald moaned and thrashed under him, and his sphincter tightened down so hard, that Cleatus lost it too. He pulled out of Gerald’s ass, because he wasn’t wearing rubber, and caught his own load in the same palm, feeling them mix and slurry together with each spurt of his throbbing cock. When he finished, he leaned back his hand dripping their combined cum loads, and let Gerald get up on his knees to see the pool of cum in his palm.
He leaned over and kissed Gerald tenderly on his neck, and smeared the still warm cum across Gerald’s hairy chest, and worked it in while he massaged the boy’s muscular body with their creamy mess. Gerald lay down across the couch, and reached for Cleatus’s head. He pulled him down, and his mouth found his boss’s, then they were kissing like lovers. . .
They slept in Cleatus’s king sized bed that night, and the next day, Gerald moved his few things into the apartment above the shop. They talked to each other differently after that, and acted differently around each other. Gerald told Cleatus about his humiliation in school, and Cleatus told Gerald about his. “We must have been made for each other,” Gerald said one morning over coffee and ham and eggs before they went down to open the shop.
“Must have,” Cletus chuckled, and shoveled a whole egg into his mouth. “You think we ought to tell your folks?”
“Already have. My mother took it poorly, but my daddy was glad I found somebody, because he was afraid I’d always be alone. Momma will come around eventually, she just wanted grand kids.” He smiled at Cleatus. “Think we got time to get me a mouthful before we open shop?”
“Hell yes! I thought you’d never ask.”
End
