Plaquemines Parish

By: Pee Jay
(© 2009 by the author)

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Chapter 3

Work went went off without a hitch. Charlie hired the black kid to take my place washing dishes. It turns out his name was Thomas and everyone was calling him Tom. I kept my distance. After our initial encounter, I thought it best to leave him alone, so I did.

Dave was in for dinner with his parents, and Charlie seated them at the window in my section. After they were settled, he gave me a wink and a smile. I couldn't resist grinning at his gesture. When I served them, Dave introduced me to his parents, Don and Barbara, but I called them Mr. and Mrs. Guidry out of respect. It seemed too forward calling adults by their first names.

Dave stroked my thigh again while I was standing next to him, and I politely excused myself for the bathroom to 'freshen up'. I swear to God, that guy found my on-off switch and I loved it. I couldn't wait to get off work and see him again.

Mike and Steve came in to eat early in the evening so I approached their table to say hello telling them I wasn't supposed to be talking to the customers. They said they understood then I thanked them and left; Charlie was busy and didn't notice.

I ran into Kris in the kitchen once, and he knocked me off balance with his elbow calling me ‘white faggot trash’. I flipped him the bird with a disgusted look on my face. He's a first class asshole as far as I'm concerned. The guy who was jealous of my quick promotion—I found out his name was Bud—was quick with a loud, affected laugh. Charlie saw it and I was glad that he could witness firsthand what Kris and Bud were like.

When I finished for the evening, I left wishing Charlie and the others ‘Good night’.

Outside, Dave was waiting for me on the deck.

"Hi, how did work go?"

"Good. I'm glad it's over though. Your parents seem real nice, and your mother is pretty."

"Thanks; yeah, Mom is always getting looks wherever we go."

"I'd rather look at you."

"Come on; let's go sit on the bench down on the pier, away from these lights."

As soon as we were out of the light, I took his hand and wrapped my fingers between his. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I pressed my lips hard against his and opened up for him. He tasted good, but then I already knew what to expect and it was every bit as good as I remembered.

As we walked, I pulled my bow tie off and placed it in my pocket. I drew my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoned it. There was a fishy, salt air breeze coming off the gulf. It was a warm evening with a thin haze moving inland. The lights around the pier glowed in the overcast night air. My shirttails flapped softly as we walked. We sat on the bench at the far end of the pier; it proved to be a good suggestion. It was dark and there weren’t any boats moored nearby.

We sat down and began to kiss and touch each other. Dave pulled his shirt off then helped me the rest of the way out of mine. He pushed me gently back so I was lying on my back on the bench. He lowered himself on top of me and we began to make out and rub our bodies against each other.

After a few minutes, he propped himself up on one elbow looking at me. "I want to have sex with you," he said slightly above a whisper.

I hesitated for a moment, "I've never had sex with anyone.” I was somewhat embarrassed at my lack of experience.

"I've only had sex twice. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen going on seventeen this fall. And you?"

"I just turned seventeen this month."

I scooted out from underneath him forcing him to sit up. I brought my legs up on the bench and folded them in front of me facing him. Dave folded one leg on the bench and lowered the other to the pier as he faced me. I thought it was time to be honest with him.

"I have to tell you something,” I said.

"What is it?" he asked placing his hand on my thigh then began stroking it.

"Well … it's about where I live. It's not so nice."

He leaned forward wrapping his arms around me.

"Sssh. It doesn't matter where you live. I already know."

"How do you know?"

I was freaked by his revelation. How the hell could he know where I lived?

He told me how Kris ran into him one night after work on the deck outside the restaurant. He left ahead of me and ran into Dave as he was left the restaurant that night. Apparently, Kris told him how squalid and sordid our shack was, trying to make me look bad so Dave would take a liking to him instead of some ‘poor white trash’, as he referred to me.

I was glad to hear Dave wasn’t interested; he was turned off by the ploy. I got depressed and turned away from him; I could feel the moistness in my eyes. How would I ever manage to escape the reality of this place? I lowered myself to the pier and rested my back against the bench. I didn't want him to see my misty eyes. Dave straddled me with his legs and bent over to kiss me on the cheek.

"It's okay. I didn't believe him."

"It is a shack, you know,” I said low, then bowed my head.

"It's not that bad, Val. I've seen it. I think it would be cool to live there."

He ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed my chest. I was mortified. He knew the whole story now. I didn't know if I could look him in the eye again. It was so demeaning. I put my arms across my knees and lowered my head onto my arms. Cool huh? Cool for how long? A Day? A weekend?

"When did you go there?" I asked softly.

"One night while you were at work. I saw your mother, too. She's very attractive. I can see where you get your good looks, sexy."

I wrapped my arms around his legs and ran my hands up and down his legs feeling the dark hair. I got turned on and rock hard in my pants.

"You're just saying that so I'll have sex with you."

"Well yeah, but it's true. You're the best looking guy I've ever seen. I can't stand to be away from you; you make me feel like I've never felt before." He paused for a minute before continuing. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to; okay?"

"Okay," I said. "I better get going home now. It's getting late."

I wasn't feeling very romantic after our exchange. I had my nose rubbed in the reality of my situation and I wanted to go home.

"I'll walk you. Okay?"

I stood up and turned to face him. He stood up and we kissed. I put my arms around his waist burying my face in the small of his neck. After a few moments, I kissed the side of his neck and said, "I'll be fine. I'd rather walk alone so I can think. See you in morning, okay? I'll be here early. Maybe we can do something."

With that, he put his hand behind my head and pulled us together for another kiss. Damn! His lips were soft and firm at the same time. I wanted to crawl into his skin and be one with him. But how could I? I was going home to a shack; not some luxury boat like his. Why do things have to be so difficult?

We said good night then parted. As I walked away, I didn't turn around to look at him. If I did I would probably go running back into his arms, and I didn't want to do that—not now. I had too much to digest. I had to think things through.

I started down the road from the marina. It was a dark evening; the clouds were hiding the moon and the woods looked darker than the Black Forest. The only sounds were the bugs chirping in the trees. It was kind of eerie but I liked the solitude, the feeling of being alone with no one watching.

I put my arms behind my head and looked up at the sky. There were light spots where the cloud cover wasn't so thick. I thought about where I was. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I was getting out of here somehow, someday; or I was going to die trying. I swear to God, I'll die before I give up.

I was half way home when I heard a voice say, "Hey, faggot, did you suck your boyfriend's dick tonight?"

I looked over my shoulder at the woods in the direction of the voice. I couldn't see anything; the sky was as dark and foreboding as the forest.

"Hey, faggot, you want to suck some cock?" another voice said.

I turned around and started walking backward so I could look in the direction of the taunt. Those weren't terms of endearment. I backed into someone and was shoved forward forcibly. I stumbled falling face first to the dirt.

I rolled to my side attempting to see who it was. There were three silhouettes against the sky. Someone kicked me in the stomach and another one landed in my groin, rolling me onto my back. I grabbed my crotch in pain. Then a knee landed in my stomach and stayed there. The person started slapping me in the face and shouting jeers like, "You're going to take this big cock in your mouth, fag," and "I'm gonna fuck you good," and he went on and on as the kicks kept coming.

I tried to coil up, but the guy on my stomach was too heavy. He started punching my face so I raised my arms in defense while the kicks continued anywhere they could land them. I yelled out, "Fuck you all."

I took my knee and drew it up hard, hitting the guy on top of me in the back. He fell forward catching himself with his hands in the dirt either side of my head. He started punching my face and I rolled over facing the dirt with my arms around my head. Someone took a stick and started shoving it hard into my ass and shouting that I was going to get fucked real good tonight. I felt a solid blow land on the side of my head and it rolled me over on my side. One of them was jamming the stick into my ass as hard as he could and it hurt like hell, while kicks landed on my stomach and face.

Then someone shouted, "There's a car coming.” And as quickly as they appeared, they were gone. I heard branches snapping and brush moving as they ran through the woods. I was left alone to wallow in the dirt and drew my knees up in a fetal position.

When I tried to get up, my legs folded a couple times before I was able to make it to my feet. I was aching all over and my shirt was bloodied up pretty good. My nose was leaking blood and mucus while saliva, mixed with blood, was dripping from my mouth; I coughed and spat a few times. I felt awful, hurting and bleeding all over the place with dirt clinging to the bloody spots. I thought about dying and how it couldn't possibly hurt this much. All I could think was Hell must feel better than this.

I made my way to the side of the road and turned in the direction of home. The car slowed down and the horn beeped. I didn't look, I was pretty sure it was Charlie and waved as best I could. I saw his hand in the air as he passed and I was glad he didn't stop. I didn't want him to see me in this condition; I didn’t have an explanation.

I staggered and stumbled on my way home then sat in the swing on the front porch. I broke down sobbing. The salty tears stung on their way down but it didn't stop me. I started to get loud and stifled my sobs; I didn't want to wake Mom and have her see me like this. I cried until I was exhausted, and it seemed pointless to keep it up. I had to get out of this God-forsaken, redneck infestation that was home, one-way or the other, but how? No one should have to live like this, no matter how poor or queer they are. Maybe if I saved my money I could live with Jim and his family back in Wisconsin. Christ, hell or Outer Mongolia would be better than this.

If it had been a fair fight, I might have stood a reasonable chance. But three against one … there was no way I could overcome those odds. I credited myself with being tough enough to survive a beating. A beating? Why would someone want to beat me? They kept calling me faggot this and faggot that. I guess that had to be it.

I exhaled into the warm dark night then went inside to go to bed, being careful not to step on any squeaky boards. All I wanted was to escape the ugly reality that surrounded me.

As I whimpered quietly into my pillow, I resolved to go to work and hold my head high. I may be a faggot, but I have my pride. I'll be a proud faggot; fuck 'em; fuck 'em all.

The next morning, Mom asked if I wanted breakfast. I told her I was going to stay in bed for a while. I lied and said it was a late night at the restaurant and I was still tired. I was hoping she would leave without wanting to talk.

God, if she saw me like this I would have to quit my job, and I'm not quitting anything. I'm going to work today and they'll have to look at me regardless of what they think. I may be a fag, but a quitter I am not! They can fucking kill me but I'll be God-damned if I'll quit. Yeah, I took the Lord's name in vain, so what? Ya wanna fight?

Mom eventually readied herself and came into my room to wish me a good day. I pretended to be asleep so I wouldn't have to look at her; I had my face buried in the pillow and the sheet pulled up to my neck. She bent over and kissed me on the head. I wanted so bad to hug her but I knew it wasn't a good idea, so I lay there feigning sleep.

I heard her car pull away from the house so I rolled over on my back. I let a drawn-out exhale escape me then sat up. I was a few inches above the mattress when the pain in my side hit me. I collapsed back onto the bed wincing in pain. I raised my legs to see if that hurt; they were bruised and sore but seemed to function except for the piercing pain in my side when I raised them. I kicked the sheet down to my feet and looked myself over. The beginnings of bruises were all over the place. I rolled onto my stomach and swung my feet over the side of the bed. I knelt on the wooden planks and straightened up, pushing myself up with my arms.

I rose triumphantly to my feet. ‘You can't keep a good fag down for long!’ I smiled at the thought. I went to the bathroom to have a look at myself in the daylight. Geez, my face was puffy and cut all over the place but no black eye! Thank God for that. It was little comfort.

I went to the kitchen and poured a coffee. I eased into a chair pulling Mom's crossword puzzle book over for something to look at. I likely wouldn't go swimming today—not with the way my body was talking to me.

I thought about my uniform and went to the bedroom to have a look. I’d stashed it under the bed so Mom wouldn't see it. I pulled it out and it was a dirty, bloody, torn-up mess. I wondered if Charlie was going to charge me for it. It was definitely beyond mending.

There was a knock at the front door that startled me. No one ever comes here; who could it be?

"I'll be right there,” I yelled.

I took a pair of shorts from my dresser and slipped into them, painfully, I might add. From the hallway outside my room, I could see the front door. It was Dave! ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ I made my way to the door; it wasn't a long trip in our little shack.

He was standing with his back to the house looking toward the road.

"Hey,” I said through the screen door.

He turned around smiling, "Good morning, good lookin’; how are you? I couldn't wait to see you, so I came over. I hope you don't mind."

I pushed the door open to let him in, "Come on in; you may as well see our shack for yourself." ‘Creaky floorboards and all,’ I thought to myself.

He took a couple of steps and was about to kiss me when he stopped cold. He looked at the cuts, my puffy face, bruises and all in disbelief.

"What happened to you?"

"Come on in. I'll tell you about it."

He followed me into the kitchen, and I asked him if he wanted a coffee. He said he did, so I poured him a cup and filled mine. I sat down and told him the whole story as best I could recall it. When I finished, I sat there quietly looking at the table. He was lost for words. He was shaking his head and looked like he was about to cry.

"This wouldn't have happened if you let me walk you home."

"It could easily have been you on the way back. Did you think of that?"

He got up walking around to my side of the table. He wrapped my head with both his arms and pulled me against his chest. I put my arms around his waist and started whimpering. I hated myself for doing it but I couldn't stop, I was out of control, and honestly, it felt good to tell someone and get it out.

He stroked my hair, shoulders, and anything that was reachable and comforting. He kissed my head a couple times, as he held me. It made me feel good. I felt safe with him there.

"Do you know who they are?"

"Not exactly," I said as I pulled away wiping my eyes. "I'm sure it's someone from work. I don't know anyone else around here except you."

I couldn't withhold the next thought and said, "And you're going to leave sooner or later."

That made me start in again with the sinking, stinking truth of what I said. I didn't want him to go, but I knew it was inevitable. This wasn't his home. The day would come when he would leave just as I thought, and I would be alone again. And he wants me to have sex with him? Ha! No way. I'm not his whore or the subject of his fall essay, "What I Did Last Summer"; fuck him. I put my arms on the table and lowered my head onto them as I tried to muffle my sobs.

"Maybe you should go."

"Are you asking me to leave?"

"Yeah, it would be better for you to find someone that you can be with at home."

"That's crazy. I want to be with you. I thought we had an understanding."

"Yeah maybe, but you're going to leave sooner or later and where does that leave me? Besides, I'm going to get out of here. There's no way I'm going to live here under these circumstances. No effing way."

"But, Val..."

"Just go; okay?"

I kept my head down on my arms. I couldn’t look at him with wet eyes and watch him go.

He wavered for a moment, then headed for the door pushing the screen door open as he passed through it. It banged shut and I raised my head from the table. He left! I pushed him away, and he went! Now what?

I rose slowly to my feet, aching as I stood, and went to the front door. He was walking fast toward the road. He walked in a determined sort of way; I could tell he was upset.

"DAVE?" I yelled from the front porch.

He turned around to look.

"Please don't go."

He stood there mute looking at me. I wished I knew what he was thinking. He was, more than likely, trying to decide if he should come back. I had to do something to get him to come back. ‘God, I love that guy.’ Oh … my … God! Did I just think that?

"Dave?" I said again, hoping he would change his mind.

He started across the yard to the house. Okay, shack—but he was coming back and that was the big thing. I walked toward him and met him half way. I put my arms around his shoulders and my head against his, hugging him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed. I sucked my breath in quickly because of the hurt, so he loosened up.

"Don't go, Dave. I'm sorry. I want you to stay; please?"

I didn't care how much it hurt, I held on to him like he was my life line, and I think that he was. I had it bad for him, and I knew it. I wanted to be with him more than anything in the world. He was warm and nice and sincere and caring; God, how many people in this world cared about me? Not many.

I rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped him in my arms. God, it was so good and so great and so perfect to hold him. I think I might love him! Whatever that means, I’ve got a thing for him big time, and it's not going away … even if he does. This guy that I met has a hold on me, has me in his grips, in his palm. God help me, he feels so good. I really do want him, all of him.

"Come back to my bedroom."

Dave looked at me in an inquisitive way. I put my arm around him and leaned my head against his as we walked toward our shack. I knew I cared for Dave, I liked him a lot. He's good looking, sexy, and he's so self-confident. He goes out of his way to be nice to me. How could I not love him?

He followed me down the short hall to my room; I was first to sit on the bed. I lay down then swung my feet onto the mattress. He eased himself down at my side laying half on the mattress and half on me. I yelped in pain, causing him to recoil.

I looked at him and we both started laughing.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

"I want to have sex with you."

He straddled me on all fours and we started kissing. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach and boned up instantly. God, he felt good and strong and, oh, so sexy. I tried to sit up but the pain pierced my side again, I winced lowering myself down. Dammit, just when I need to be ready I'm all but immobile.

"Just lay there I'll do everything,” he said.

I was a little tense with those words; I didn't know what he was going to do. I more or less figured out how two guys screw, and it worried me. Did he want to do it to me? Would I like it or would it hurt? That stick at my rear end last night was a painful memory. Would it be different with Dave? I tried not to think about it.

He pulled my shorts off, then my underwear. My hard-on was pointing at my face, standing fast and strong. I didn't think it would budge one iota if it were prodded.

Dave took his shorts and underwear off, kicked them aside and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He was fully erect and the head of his penis was pointing up and out. His tanned, olive skin and dark hair was controlling my dick. I thought I might be able to hammer nails with it; it was that hard. He was magnificent, stunning in every way, and I trembled at the sight of him.

"My God! You're a sight to behold. You're so hot, Dave. I...” “Come here before I go crazy."

"You're beautiful," he said lowering himself enough so our stiff dicks were touching.

It was a feeling I’d never had before and wasn’t sure I ever would again. I shuddered under him with the excitement and thrill of feeling his hardness against me. I was ready for all of him, whatever he wanted; there was no limit. I would give myself to him anyway I could; as much and as often as he would have me.

We kissed with our tongues probing the depths of each other's mouth. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head. I loved the exposed feeling and pushed my crotch into his as firmly as I could. It was wild and wildly exciting as our hard dicks wrapped around each other’s. I began to thrust my hard-on against his and rubbed it into the dark bush around his crotch. It felt great. I couldn't stand it any longer and arched my back, squirting cum all over his hard dick and dark bushy pubes; the warm, white ooze dripped back onto my stomach and chest. I moaned as I released all over us.

He grabbed his hard dick with his right hand leaving the left one next to my head for support. He started jacking himself while I licked the hair around his nipples and his armpit. It was so stimulating, I began to chomp into his pit with my lips, and tongue licking and tasting him, it kept me hard and in a heightened state of elation. He arched his head back and spewed his hot cum onto my chest, some reaching my chin and neck. When his body finished jerking, he looked down at me intently. He scooped some of his cum off my chest with his still rigid dick and wiped it on my lips. I took his shaft in my mouth and bathed it with my tongue, loving and savoring the essence of him.

When he began to go soft, he pulled it out of my mouth and we kissed, him tasting his cum on my tongue. He rolled off to the side and propped himself up on one elbow. He placed his free hand on my chest, rubbing our cum together as we kissed between looking each other and exploring with our hands.

Finally, I had to say something. I put my hand in his, "That was fantastic,” then I raised his hand and kissed it.

"I hope that's just the beginning of things to come. I want to be with you so bad, my pretty."

"What's with the pretty thing?" I was shaking my head.

I had my arms behind my head and Dave’s leg was moving between my thighs as he spoke. I was feeling the aura of Dave and his maleness.

We didn't say anything, then we both grinned at each other. I thought it was rather dumb, but, in a way, I also rather liked it.

I started feeling his soft dick and dark bushy pubes with my hand and loved the feel. I cupped his crotch and purred, "Mmmm.”

We both had a good laugh; then we kissed again. I swear, I don't think I could ever get tired of his kisses. He's the best thing that ever happened to me and I wanted all I could get and then some, if I could. I don't know what's going to happen if and when he leaves. But for now, I'll take him anyway I can have him. I feel like he's mine, like he belongs to me. It feels wonderful.

Dave said we were going to know each other for a long time, and I liked the sound of that. He stroked my naked crotch then went to the bathroom.

That sounded real nice but it didn't sit quite right. I couldn't get rid of the nagging issue of him leaving at some point. I wanted to be with him, bad. I honestly don't know if I lust after him or love him. I don't know the difference. All I know is that he makes me feel like I never thought I could. Hell, I've never been with another guy or anyone for that matter. How the heck is this going to work? Would I have to give him up when I inevitably get out of here? I was sure that was the way it would go. I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow unwilling to contemplate the scenario further.

Dave was all buoyant and bubbly when he came back from the bathroom.

"Did you figure out how to flush?"

"Yeah, it's no big deal. Why do you ask?"

"I had to ask Mom how it worked. I've never seen one like that. Help me up will ya?" I said and extended my hand.

He pulled me up.

"Let's take a shower and get cleaned up," Dave suggested.

"Sounds like fun to me. It has to be a quickie 'cause the water heater is a small one."

He was wearing a broad grin and I knew what he was thinking. I had to smile, too; it was going to be fun.

The hot water ran out just as I thought and that put an abrupt end to things. We dried off and dressed. I tucked my T-shirt into the back of my shorts and slipped my sandals on. I readied my pack for work, and then we left for the marina.

The road was long and straight, well suited to fooling around. You could see a car or bike coming from a good distance. Half way there, I stopped dead in my tracks. The stick that they used on me the night before was lying on the road. I had a dizzy spell as I stood there looking at it.

Dave noticed and threw it into the ditch.

"Come on,” he said. "It's over."

He motioned for me to follow him and we continued to the marina. I leaned on him a few times for support, asking him to stop. It was hot and humid and I was having trouble walking. When we made it to the marina, I noticed Charlie's car wasn't there. As we neared their boat, I saw his father on deck sipping iced tea with his feet elevated, reading the newspaper.

"Hi guys. What have you been up to? Oh Jesus, what happened to you, Val?"

"I was in a fight last night."

"What does the other guy look like?"

"I'm not sure. It was pretty dark and hard to see."

Christ, I didn't want to go any further into it if I could help it. One lie was enough for now.

Dave came to the rescue, "Come on, Val, I wanna show you around the boat."

We went below to find his mother in the galley. "Good Lord!" she said looking at my face. "What happened to you?"

She gave me the once over with her eyes while her expression spoke volumes.

Dave came to the rescue again. "He was in a fight, Mom. Don't push it. He would just as soon forget about it; okay?"

She resumed here work and let it go.

"Are you guys hungry?"

Dave looked at me and I raised my eyebrows meaning to say ‘yes’.

"Yeah, neither one of us has eaten yet."

"Okay, I'll have something in a few minutes. Go sit with your father."

"I'm going to show Val around the boat. It'll only take a couple minutes."

He showed me his parent's room aft of the cabin and it looked very luxurious. I wondered what their house looked like if this was the boat. We went to the fore stateroom and Dave said it was his room.

"Make your bed while you're in there," his mother yelled.

I laughed. It was a familiar request; well, ‘order’ would be more like it. Mothers must conspire about ways to torment their kids. It was like the plague going around; it was a universal directive.

Dave kicked the door closed and said, "Take your clothes off.”

"Shh. She's on the other side of the door. She'll hear you."

"It's okay; she knows I'm gay."

"No shit! She doesn't care?"

"If she does, she hasn't said anything."

"When did you tell her?"

"My sister told her. She caught me fooling around with a guy in my bedroom. It really pissed me off. It wasn't her place to say anything. I'm not sure if Mom has mentioned it to Dad. I'm afraid to bring it up to him."

He pulled me to him, gave me a quick kiss and rubbed my crotch. It felt good so I slid my arms under his and wrapped them up to the back of his shoulders. I pulled him as tight as I dared and rubbed my crotch against his with my eyes closed. Damn if he didn't make the world stand still!

He stroked my back with one hand and ran his fingers through my hair with the other. Then he said, "I could stay like this all day.”

"Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"When are you leaving?"

"Never."

"Come on, I want to know so I can be ready for it. I don't want you to go, but it's pretty clear you will."

He was quiet. He stopped moving and I sensed he was having trouble formulating his response. I didn't like it one bit either. It only confirmed my suspicions; this wasn't going to last. I had to start thinking in terms of a passing fancy, a good memory at best; refocus on getting out of here. It wasn't a pleasant thought.

"Come on, let's make your bed,” I said, then let him go.

We made the bed in a few minutes. When we finished he avoided eye contact and said, "Mom will be happy; thanks for helping. Let's go eat; I'm starved."

"Me too."

The meal was delicious and I ate his father's leftover portions. I could have eaten more but I didn't want to look like a poor, starved wretch. For someone who works in a restaurant, you would think I'd be well fed.

Dave was staring at me. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering how I felt about his leaving. That should be obvious to him; I feel like shit. Why else would I ask if I didn't want him to go? The hell with it. I have no say in the matter. Fuck it. Fuck life. Fuck this place. Fuck me. Life sucks. Take it like a man, fag; this is your life.

"Let's go for a swim," Dave said.

"I can't today. It hurts too much. I think I'm going home to lie down for a while. I don't feel so good."

"I'll walk you home."

"It's okay; I can make it, I'll be fine. I really don't feel good. I'm dizzy. I need to lie down."

I rose and gathered my pack. The only thing on my mind was my bed and the warmth and security it afforded me. I had to lie down and sleep; I was fading fast.

"Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Guidry," I said.

“You’re welcome, anytime.”

"I can walk you," Dave said.

"I'm fine. I just want to go home and lie down for a while."

I smiled at Dave, and his parents then got up to go.

I made my way to the gangplank and up to the pier. I was feeling dizzy and thought it must be the heat. I wanted to go home in the worst way; I didn't care if it was a shack; it was home and I had to lay down soon.

I walked down the pier from their boat toward the wharf. Before I reached the wharf, I got sick to my stomach. I knelt down on all fours and heaved into the water. When it was over, I spat trying to get rid of the foul taste in my mouth.

Dammit! What the hell is wrong? I had to lie down; I did't think I could make it home. I felt weak and tired so I sat down to wait for my head to stop spinning. I couldn't stay where I was, it was too pedestrian; I had to get somewhere out of the way so I could relax for a few minutes. I made it to the bench at the end of the wharf and reclined on it.

God, it felt so good to stretch out in repose, in the warmth of the sun. I nodded off in no time.

Sometime later, I awoke to unfamiliar surroundings. I could have been anywhere but Mom's face was staring at me. I looked around a little confused.

"Where are we, Mom?"

"We're on the Guidry's boat, honey. How do you feel?"

She stroked the side of my face and her touch felt better than I ever thought it could. I tried to sit up and collapsed back down on the bed. After a few moments, I recognized the surroundings as Dave's bedroom on their boat. Oh, yeah … that's what Mom said a minute ago.

"How did we get here?"

"Dave tried to wake you up on the bench so you wouldn't get sunburned. When you wouldn't wake up he got his father and they carried you back here."

"Can we go home now, Mom? I want my own bed."

"Sure; do you feel well enough to walk?"

"Yeah, I can make it. Let's go home."

I tried to sit up again and felt dizzy, so I eased myself back down.

Dammit. Why can't I get up? I want to get out of here and go home.

Dave heard our voices and came into the room to see how I was doing. His parents were standing in the doorway behind him. Damn, what's all the fuss?

"Hi," he said. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I feel good. I just can't seem to get up, though. Will you please tell Charlie that I won't be in tonight?"

"I already did. I told him what happened and he said to take all the time you need. Your job is secure."

I wondered who else he told but I didn't ask. I really didn't want to know.

"Thanks, will you help me to Mom's car?"

"Dad says you have a mild concussion. You should stay in bed."

"Well, tell Dr. Dad that I'm fine. I can go home if you'll help me to Mom's car."

"He's a doctor, Val. He's a surgeon. I think he knows best."

Oh, great. That's all we need is a bill from Dave's father for services rendered. ‘I have to get out of here’ I thought silently. I sat up and felt dizzy. The room was spinning or maybe it was my head; I wasn’t sure. The boat listing gently in the water didn’t help. I blinked a few times trying to make it stop.

"Let's go, Mom," I said as I swung my feet out of bed.

She drew me to her pressing her breasts against my chest. I loved it when she did that. Not because it was a sexual thing, but because she was my mother and it made me feel good and safe; her bosom was soft and warm and comforting.

"Sit still for a minute, honey. Don, is it okay to take him home?"

"He really shouldn't be moving around. It looks like he's determined to go home, though. I'll help you get him to the car, and Dave can ride home with you and help you get him in the house."

Mom smiled, "My little man is struggling to be independent.”

I heard her words as the lights went out, "Mom..." my voice trailed off.

The next day I was up at the first ray of sunlight. As I mentioned, TV sucks here and we can't afford cable; in fact, I don't even know if they have it in this cesspool of the South. Come to think of it, I think they do; the bar attached to the restaurant has cable—or is it satellite? It doesn’t matter. The point is we can't afford it, whatever it is.

I cleaned myself up and made breakfast for Mom. Yeah, her little man made breakfast. That noxious comment of hers was stuck in my mind. I wonder how she would like to be called 'the little lady'? I had to smile at that one ... and remember to use it on her! I had her plate and coffee ready, so I went to wake her up.

"Mom? You awake?" I asked from the hall. "Rise and shine."

She rolled over and stretched her arms. She exhaled and said, "Yeah, I'm up."

"Come on. Breakfast is getting cold."

Boy, that was a real role reversal.

I couldn't resist the temptation, "Is the little lady sleepy this morning?"

Yeah, score one for the little man! Hehe, two can play at this game.

I fed her and sent the 'little lady' off to work with a pat on the rear, then I cleaned the kitchen. I made my bed and grabbed my pack. With one last check in the mirror, I headed for the marina. Now, to get Dave out of bed and heated up enough to want to fool around. That shouldn't be too hard to do! Yeah, the little man was on a roll. I laughed to myself.

When I got to the marina, their boat was gone. I sat on the bench at the end of the pier staring at the empty slip. Man I'm a sucker. I dropped my pack on the pier and lay on the bench; it was going to be a long day. I closed my eyes but I wasn't tired. I slept so much in the last couple of days that I was wide-awake and ready for action, wanting and looking for it, even. Yeah, I’m looking for Dave and God help him when I see him!

I decided to wait until there was some sign of life from Mike and Steve's boat. Maybe I could earn another fifty dollars for washing it again. It looked rather shiny from where I was though; I sighed. If that doesn't work then I'll ask Charlie if he needs something done inside. Geez, the last thing I need is more sunshine. I'm so dark now I won't lose my tan until next year, and my hair is almost golden from the sun; oh, well.

I started to pace the wharf; I was bored to death. I decided to go for a swim even though it wasn't hot yet. I dropped my shorts and T-shirt and dove in. I swam to the back of Mike and Steve's boat. When I was half way up the ladder, Steve came over to investigate the splashing noise.

"Val, what are you doing here?"

"I was bored 'cause Dave's gone. I wondered if you guys have a little job you want done."

I had made it to the top of the ladder, but Steve hadn’t moved out of the way so I stood on the back of the boat. My crotch was about even with his eyes and he was staring at it. Yup, that confirms it; the guys are definitely gay.

"So?" I asked.

"Ah, come aboard. Let's see if Mike has anything he wants done."

He stepped away and called Mike's name as he turned to face the stairs leading down to the galley. Mike walked over looking up. He smiled when he saw us standing next to each other and came up on deck.

"Well, what have we here? A sopping mermaid?"

"Merman,” I corrected him.

They both had a laugh.

"So, Mike," I said. "Do you guys have any jobs you need done today?"

"Let me think. Sit down and I'll be right back."

Steve and I sat at the small table on deck waiting. When Mike returned, he had a coffee pot and cups. He told me I could take their laundry to the marina and they would pay me to do it. If I still wanted something to do after that; I could get in the water and wash the water line of the hull and sides of the boat. I agreed, so Mike told me to strip the bed in their room while he separated the laundry into piles.

I went below to strip the bed. When I got there, I saw a large plastic penis on the floor next to the bed. I couldn’t help staring at it. It was captivating; I couldn't take my eyes off it. I wanted to hold it in my hands and feel it. Mike came in the bedroom and saw me fixating on the thing. He picked it up and slapped it in his palm a couple times. It made a loud clapping noise and I started laughing.

"You know what this is used for?"

"Ah … no; I've never seen one before."

He took it and jabbed it at my ass a couple times.

"That's what it's used for. Wanna try it?"

I started getting hard at the thought of it. I guess Dave isn't the only one in charge my on-off switch.

He pushed me down on the bed gently and I let him do it. He pushed on my chest forcing me onto my back. He began to undo the string to my bathing suit and I could feel my dick become stiff as hell. He pulled my suit off and said, "Oh, my God … you're huge for such a young kid."

I was proud of my stiff dick, which was fully erect and inflated. It was so hard it was throbbing. He knelt on the floor in front of the bed and spread my legs up and out. He started licking my hole and it began twitching with the sensation of his moving tongue.

Something told me I was going to learn a thing or two, and it was going to be a lot more fun than going to school.

His tongue was massaging my hole as I moaned with pleasure. Steve came into the room and started watching. He pulled his bathing suit down and began stroking his dick. The sight of his hairy crotch and hardness was a turn on. I loved the fact that he was watching me and liking it.

Mike put a finger in my ass and I thought I was going to cream myself; his finger was wet and slippery. It was the best thing I ever felt so I spread my legs as wide as I could. Mike held his hard dick in his hand and started stroking himself. I was on the verge of cumming when Mike backed off. I protested and he told me to be patient.

He stood up and parked his hard dick at my hole before he began to push. I loved the feeling of him against me and pushed into him. He popped inside me and I let out an audible protest. I was looking Mike in the eye and feeling him inside of me.

It was like nothing I had ever known. Mike was so strong and muscular and his hardness was inside me! I loved it.

He started moving in and out slowly as I moaned; his huge tool plied my orifice with authority.

"Do it harder, Mike. Put it all the way in."

"You want me to fuck you good?"

That scared me, but I loved the sensation of him moving inside me. God, there really was such a thing as heaven on earth after all!

"Yeah, do it Mike."

He started thrusting his big hard dick in and out of my ass as I rolled my head back and forth moaning and twisting with pleasure.

"That's it Mike. Fuck me."

I was spread eagle in front of him and loving the sight of another guy fucking me. He began to ram me hard, and I was about to enter the next realm when my dick began shooting. I started shouting as my dick erupted spreading my juice over me and the bed. Mike stopped fucking me and held rigid then filled me with his cum. God, it felt so good and I pushed my ass hard onto his shaft, wanting to feel all of it. I think I was made for this.

"God, you're a real pro at this."

I was embarrassed, "That was my first time, Mike.”

"Really? I popped your cherry?"

"Yeah; Steve, you want to fuck me, too?"

Steve came over to the bed and started kissing me. He was more romantic than Mike and I liked it a lot. I started feeling his body and I got hard again. He was softer and more sensual than Mike. Mike had raw sex appeal; at least that's how I saw him.

Steve was getting turned on and positioned the head of his dick at my hole. He pushed lightly and it slid inside. His dick was longer than Mike's and he took his time burying it inside me. I loved the feeling of him sliding in, so I spread my legs at right angles to my body so he could get it all the way in. When it was buried deep in my gut, he started to pump. He was slow and loving in his method. I liked the way he took it slow; it made me feel loved and cared for.

"Fuck me good and hard, Steve. I mean … ram it in there."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He went for it. He pounded my boy pussy so hard and long, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He pushed my legs back so my knees were touching the bed on either side of my head. God his cock was going in further with each push and I loved it—every inch of it.

"Fuck me, stud."

"I'll fuck that boy pussy of yours good and hard."

He stopped and shot his load for so long I thought he was going to pass out. He leaned over and French kissed me when he was done. I liked the romantic touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and held his hard cock in my ass. I didn't want to let it go; it felt too good and warm lodged inside me.

Finally, he deflated and popped out. He kissed me again and I thanked him for a job well done.

"Now I'm going to show you what this is for,” Mike said holding the dildo, as he called it.

Steve climbed onto the bed and straddled my head with his knees, his cock inches from my mouth. Mike took my ankles and pushed them next to my head. He took the dildo and started circling my hole with it. I was moaning with anticipation. He worked it inside me, and Steve pushed his half-hard dick in my mouth at the same time. Oh, my God, it was wonderful. A dick in my mouth and the biggest dildo I had ever seen in my ass. It was out of this world.

The dildo was much larger than Mike’s or Steve's cock, so Mike took it slow. I don't think he needed to; it felt like it found its home.

"Yeah, fuck me with that big cock."

"You want this big dildo up your ass?" Mike asked.

"Oh, yeah; fuck me good and hard with that big cock."

"You asked for it."

He shoved it all the way in with a good hard push making me gasp for air. He started twisting it in my ass as he pushed it in and out and I went nuts. I sucked on Steve's hard cock while Mike worked my ass over with the dildo. I thought I was in gay heaven. Every push of that huge cock into me made me harder and Mike knew it. It was going deeper every time he drove it home.

Steve's cock started to erupt in my mouth and it sent me over the edge. I spewed my load onto my stomach and Steve’s back as Steve pumped my mouth full. It was the sweetest thing I ever experienced.

When it was over I told Mike to leave the dildo in my ass for a while, making him smile. The three of us lay on the bed kissing and feeling each other's body. I had my legs spread and my ass plugged; it was nice.

"Now I understand why Dave stays so close to you."

I was feeling guilty as hell. I wasn't sure I would be worthy of Dave anymore. Just then, Dave walked in the bedroom and saw me lying there; freshly fucked with a big dildo stuck in me, basking in the arms of two hot guys. I was holding their cocks, one in each hand. The thought of it made me start crying and thrashing about in bed. I beat the mattress with my arms and kicked with my legs; my limbs were flailing in all directions.

I bolted upright in bed and looked around. I was sweaty and disoriented. I was in my room in our shack and the sun was shining in. I put my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes. What the hell was that? It wasn't a dream; it was more like Fantasia in porno minor. I dried the sweat off my face with the sheet and noticed it was stained with cum. Man, the last thing I remembered was lying on Dave's bed in the boat. How did I get home?

I’ve had dreams before but that was too much; it was over the top. I have to do what those Catholics do—I think they call it confession—but how could I tell anyone about my demented dream? Geez, it seemed so real. I had an idea I was sick, but that was something else, good God. The guilt I felt was crushing.

How could I imagine something so perverted? Was that, in fact, what I really wanted? It was too disgusting to think about so I got up to take a leak. If I changed my venue then I could pretend it never happened; I could forget it, block it out if I was lucky.

"Val, is that you?"

"Yeah, Mom."

Sheesh, as vivid as that dream was, it was sure nice to be back to reality. It was good to hear her voice. 

To be continued...

I would like to acknowledge Wayne for his help in keeping me focused or on track, and Chris for his help in editing and proof-reading.

Posted: 10/09/09