Ups and Downs
By: Brock Archer
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 8
Deeper and Deeper

Just when it appeared that I would never get out of the deep hole I found myself in, a rainbow appeared in the form of a telephone call from Joey, the virgin I had tried to deflower the night before.

“Are you OK?” I asked him. “After what happened last night with my dad showing up at the store just when we were about to—”

“Yeah, I’m OK,” he claimed, half-heartedly. “Well, actually, I was too upset to go home last night, so I just slept in my car…actually, I didn’t sleep much, but I did spend the night in my car.”

“Where are you now?” I asked, concerned.

“Flat Rock Park,” he replied. “I spent the night here in a parking lot. I was worried that the cops would show up and run me off, but I got lucky, I guess.”

“Stay right there,” I instructed him. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

It being a weekday, there was practically nobody in the park, so it was not difficult at all to find Joey’s car. We greeted each other with a great big hug, and when I started to apologize for ruining his sexual initiation, he cut me off.

“Wasn’t your fault,” he consoled me. “You couldn’t have known what was gonna happen.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to make it up to you.”

“You mean back at the store?”

“Oh, hell no!” I scoffed. “I’ll probably never be allowed back in there, but I have an alternate plan. I explained to Joey that I had experienced more than one hook-up right there in Flat Rock Park.

“Follow me,” I said, leading Joey by the hand. We ended up at a small clearing in the woods about 20 yards off the bike trail. A large boulder sat in the middle of the clearing sounded by trees and large bushes.

“Here,” I announced.

A mix of excitement and fear distinguished Joey’s adorable face. “Here?” he asked. “What if someone catches us?”

“It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ve hooked up with guys here several times, and we were never interrupted.” Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. There was that one time when a couple of hikers had come upon us unexpectedly, but that turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Rather than bust us, they joined in on the fun, which made that little adventure even more exciting and fulfilling. (No pun intended.) I didn’t see any point in sharing that little tidbit of information with Joey, though. I didn’t want to add to his anxiety.

Joey’s apprehension diminished as I pulled him into my embrace and kissed him, softly at first and then more passionately as our hormones heated up. My tongue parted his lips and explored his mouth as he moaned his satisfaction and pleasure. The prefrontal cortex of his brain, the part that controls rational thought, succumbed to the carnal impulses of his amygdala. In other words, he was turned on and getting hornier by the second—with large quantities of his blood rushing from his brain to his dick. I know this because the same thing was happening to me.

My tongue flew from his mouth to his neck and up to his ear lobes, where my nibbling drove him crazy. “Oh, Joe,” he sighed. He was mine, and we both knew it.

Any resistance he might have offered dissolved completely when I ripped off his shirt and bore down on his nipples. One of my hands grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter toward me, while the other groped his bulging crotch.

Like sailors on shore leave, we quickly pulled off our sneakers, jeans, and underwear, leaving us naked as jaybirds in nature’s playroom.

Joey dropped to his knees and orally accosted my dick with a sweet vengeance, slurping like a parched nomad at an oasis in the desert. For the next several minutes, he was no longer mine; I was his, and I was delighted to be his.

Just when I thought I was about to explode, I stopped him. I wanted to save my load to shoot up his ass because I knew that was what he really wanted.

We switched places, with me now on my knees and his cock in my mouth. I sucked like a new-born calf before I spun him around, bent him over the boulder, and aimed my still-hungry tongue for his rosebud. Man, did he taste good! He moaned so vigorously that I thought he was going to have an orgasm from just my tongue. But the moment of reckoning had arrived.

I spit on my dick to lube it up as much as I could and went straight for his hole. Just as the night before, he flinched when I breached his sphincter ring, so I paused to give him time to adjust, and once he did, I moved slowly, inching my way in, two steps in, one step back, two steps in until my cock was completely buried in his ass, and his prostate knew it. The sounds of Joey’s moans were music to my ears. He had been deprived of his climax the night before, and I desperately wanted to make up for that.

“Oh, gawd. Fuck me, Joe. Breed me. Harder. Harder.”

Yeah, you could say he wanted my dick all right, but even more than that, he wanted my seed, which had been denied him the night before due to my father’s untimely and most disturbing interruption.

“You want my fucking cock, Joey? Well, you’ve got it, buddy,” I assured him as I picked up the pace and the force of my thrusts.

“Oh, shit! I feel it,” Joey blurted out, referring to the expanding and throbbing of my dick just before it erupted, spewing my seed deep into his body. And his soul. This was what Joey had waited for. This was what he desperately wanted. He wanted not just to be fucked, but to be bred, and I was more than happy to give it to him. Again. And again. And again. And again, until my nut sack was completely drained—as was my entire body. I felt like I had dumped my whole self—body, mind, and soul—into his as I collapsed against his back, both of us clinging to that sacrificial altar masquerading as a boulder, which Joey anointed with his own seed at the same time that my sperm was baptizing his guts.

For what seemed like a blissful eternity, we both lay on the ground speechless, just staring up at the sky and basking in the gift of man sex. “Oh, gawd! Thank you, Joe. I really, really needed that, and I can’t think of anybody I would rather do it with than you.”

In a feeble attempt to lighten the mood, I suggested that we go skinny-dipping in the lake, which was a short walk from where we were. Despite the fact that the water was cold, we both grew erections as we kissed and caressed each other in the water. I’m sure you can guess what happened next.

All in all, it was a delightful late-summer afternoon. Joey went home feeling like a new man, which he was, and I sat on the boulder watching the sun set.

Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it? Well, that’s pretty much all it is because that day was actually nothing like what I just described. Let’s go back to the beginning.

*******

“He’s gone completely mad,” cried Amy when we went back to the porch after loading all my stuff into my car. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

“I guess it had to come out sooner or later,” I acknowledged. “I’m just sorry you had to find out like this, Amy.”

“What? That you’re gay? Oh, pfft. I’ve known that for years. I suspect Mom has too. And deep down, Daddy probably knew too; he just didn’t want to admit it.”

“And Eric?” (Eric, our brother, is 8 years older than I am and 11 years older than Amy, so we were never as close with him as we are with each other.)

“Oh, I don’t know about Eric,” admitted Amy. “He was always too preoccupied chasing tail to care about anybody else’s sexuality, and now that he and Jacque have that new baby—”

“But you’ve never said anything,” I stammered.

“It wasn’t my place to say anything,” she said. “It’s your life. I figured if you wanted me to know, you’d tell me. Besides, you’re still my obnoxious older brother,” she scoffed in that way that she and I had always teased each other. “I guess we’re stuck with each other no matter where you park your dick.”

Yeah, you could say that Amy had a way with words. That straightforwardness was just one of the many things I loved about her. Actually, a little levity was just what I needed at that moment, but it didn’t last.

“Mom and I tried to calm Daddy down, but he was just livid. He ranted about how he would never let you back in his house again and,” she impersonated, “‘I’m sure as hell not paying for him to go to college with all those sodomites’—whatever that means.”

“If Mom tried to stick up for me,” I asked, “why isn’t she here now?”

“Oh, she wanted to be, big brother, but she thought it best to go with Dad to the store. She wanted to be there in case he lost his temper and she would have to run interference between him and the customers.”

I had to acknowledge that what Amy was saying made sense. That sounded like something Mom would do, always thinking about contingencies and consequences.

“Oh, I almost forgot. She left this for you,” said Amy, handing me an envelope.

“Thanks,” I replied, stuffing the envelope into my pocket. “I’ll look at it later.”

And that’s when the phone rang, and yes, it was Joey, and yes, I did meet him at Flat Rock Park, and yes, we did fuck, bent over that boulder in the clearing, but this is where the tale diverges.

Over the sounds of Joey’s moans and my occasional dirty talk, which excited both of us, I wasn’t sure that I had actually heard the sound of feet trampling on fallen twigs, so I looked up and saw two pairs of heavy black boots standing before me. Had the same two hikers who crashed one of my parties before found me again, this time with a new partner? I wish.

No, these two pairs of black boots belonged to a couple of Columbus’ finest. The older one, maybe early 30’s, looked every bit like a drill sergeant—in fact, a lot like the drill sergeant who had come to our “happy hour” at the hardware store—and he barked like one too. The other one, not much older than Joey and me, was tall, cute, and stunningly sexy in his form-fitting uniform.

“Well, lookie what we have here,” sneered the older one. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a couple of real-life perverts.”

“Can’t say as I blame this one,” said the younger cop, pointing at me. “Looks like he’s got himself a fine piece of ass to work on there. Even my girlfriend’s ass ain’t that smooth,” he quipped.

Terrified, I fumbled over apologies as I tried to weasel Joey and me out of this exceedingly awkward situation. I quickly reached down to pull up my jeans and underwear, but the older cop stopped me by sticking his night stick between my legs, rubbing it against my thighs and then my balls.

“Whatchya think, rookie? Should we run these guys in and let ‘em service the other losers sittin’ in lockup?”

“Please don’t run us in,” Joey begged. “My family would just die if they found out about this.”

I knew that was precisely the wrong thing to say because Joey had just given these bad cops leverage over us, as if they needed any more than they already had.

“Aw, gee,” slurred the top cop. “We wouldn’t want to hurt your family,” he waxed sarcastically. “But you are breaking the law, Snookums, and there’s gotta be some kind of penalty for that. Ain’t that right, rookie?”

Thoroughly enjoying their little game of domination, the rookie giggled like a school girl. “I dunno, boss. Ain’t there something these fine young men could do to redeem themselves?” he asked while rubbing the growing bulge in his crotch.

“I’m not accustomed to making allowances for perverts,” mocked the cop, “but if it means that much to you,” he said, nodding to the younger officer and rubbing his own crotch, “we might be able to come up with something.”

“Anything,” pleaded Joey. I wanted so badly to slap him or at least gag him before he dug our hole deeper than it already was, but it was too late. The younger cop grabbed him behind his neck and pulled Joey down on his knees, unzipped his fly, and shoved his big cock down sweet Joey’s throat.

“You just gonna stand there and gawk?” the older cop snapped at me. I didn’t trust that guy not to use his night stick on me in unmentionable ways, so I dropped to my knees, pulled out his dick, and went to town on it.

Looking back on the situation, I would say that things could have been a lot worse. As it was, the men in blue just took their blow jobs, gave us a warning, and let us go. Joey grabbed his clothes and ran for his car like a bat out of hell. I didn’t move quite so quickly. After all, Joey at least had a home to go to. That was a lot more than I could say at the moment.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/05/2022