Chapter 11
A Night on the Town
 

We were entering town, so I put my hand on Jerry's leg and shook him a little, until he woke up. He stretched; he was still half-asleep.

He said, "Are we here already?"

“You slept all the way in. You shouldn't be tired.” I giggled at him.

We stopped at a burger place -- one of those fast food types, that toasts the bun and char-broils the meat. We went in to eat.

"I'm hungrier than a bear!” he said. “I need a couple of big burgers, some fries and a Strawberry shake. What about you?"

“That sounds really good to me,” I answered, so I ordered the same thing.

Jerry reached into his pocket pulled out twenty dollars, to pay the bill.

“You hang on to your money," I told him. "I’ll take care of it.”

"No, Kevin; I have to pay my way, too!"

“Now, don’t give me any of that shit; I’m paying tonight, anyway.” Then I paid for the order.

We found a vacant table, sat down, and devoured the meal like there was no tomorrow.

Jerry asked me, "What movie do you want to see, Kevin?"

"I don't know. How many theaters do they have in this little podunk town? Probably only one!"

"No, I think one of the guys at the lake said they had six."

“Holy shit! I’m amazed that a place this small would have that many theaters. If that’s right, then let’s find a paper and see what's playing.”

We drove to a Quick Stop; Jerry ran in, grabbed a local paper, paid for it, and came back to the truck. He jumped in and said, "Well, let me look and see what's good."

I figured, ‘I'll let him pick the movie.’

How about "Spring Vacation?” he asked. “It’s rated R."

“OK, how do I find the theater?”

He told me it was south of town on Highway 57.

“That must be out toward the rodeo grounds.”

“Were you at the rodeo?”

"Yeah, I went there that time I brought Rich into town."

Oh, yeah, I knew how to get out of town on that highway, all right.  I remembered the hot time I had with Rich.  But then, tossing that line of thinking out the window, I concentrated on where we were and who I was with now.

We found our way onto the highway, and started looking for the theater. Jerry spotted it on the left side of the road; so, I pulled in, and parked the truck; we got out, locked it, and then went over to the ticket office window.

"This is on me, you turkey," I insisted.

"Gobble, gobble," he said, putting his fists into his arm pits and flapping his elbows as if they were turkey wings.

I told the guy in the box office, "One student, and one adult," and handed him a ten-dollar bill. He gave me my change; then we went in and Jerry found seats together, in the back row.

I asked him, “Why do you want to sit so far back.”

“‘Cause I don’t like folks sittin' behind me.”

We got there just as the lights were going down … well, at least SOMETHING was going down … maybe it was a sign of things to cum! … then the movie started with the previews, and then came the main feature. It turned out to be about a couple of guys almost like Jerry and me. It should have been rated X rather than R.

In a whisper, Jerry said, "Sure reminds me of a couple of people I know, huh, Kevin?” He reached over and put his hand on my throbbing groin.

"Not in here, Jerry!" I whispered back.

“Why not? There's no one sitting around us, and we’re in the back row. Now you know the REAL reason why I like to sit back here."

I didn't say anything, but a couple of minutes later, I just reached over and started to unbutton his jeans. Jerry looked at me, and smiled the biggest smile I think I ever saw. After I got his jeans unbuttoned, he slid them down just enough so his meat was exposed. It sprang up like one of those Jack-in-the-box toys, where you crank it, and it plays music, and just when it gets to the word POP (in the music, “Pop! Goes The Weasel), the little clown pops right up.

Jerry reached over and unbuttoned my jeans, so I slid them down to free my manhood. It was dark in there, so we couldn't see each other’s penises, but we sure could feel them. I then slid my hand over and rested it on Jerry's leg, kind of sliding it up into his crotch, and then I played with his walnut-sized balls. Of course, I was getting the same kind of action on my crotch.

This went on for about a half hour or so – slow and gentle and VERY stimulating -- then the movie started getting sexier and Jerry moved in closer. First, he grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and then started to stroke it at the same time. I couldn't help but let out a low moan. I slid my hand from his balls, up his throbbing hardon, and felt the precum leaking out, which made his penis slick and easier to stroke.

The hotter the action on the screen got, the faster we stroked each other. Finally, the two guys on the screen showed signs of cumming. And that did it for us, too. Jerry just shook and moaned very softly and shot load after load of cum, all over his shirt and on my hand.

I licked his cum off my hand, and I started feeling my guts get tighter, then pop, POW! I shot four or five loads all over my own shirt. Jerry reached up and found some of it; he put it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. We slipped our jeans back up and watched the rest of the movie.

The movie ended somewhat sadly as someone shot the older guy, and left the younger one alone. In fact, I saw a tear or two in Jerry's eyes.

We got up to leave and the lights came on in the theater, I noticed that Jerry's tee shirt had cum spots all over it. I pointed to them and he turned red in the face. Then he pointed to my shirt and laughed. I probably had more cum spots on my shirt than he did.

Both of us left in a hurry so no one would see us. As soon as we got to the truck, Jerry said, "I'm getting out of this dirty thing," and pulled his tee-shirt off exposing his bare chest.

I said, ‘I'm doing the same thing,” and off came my shirt, too.

We climbed back into the truck, and started back to the cabin. Jerry leaned over and put his head on my shoulder again. He started talking quietly about the movie by saying that he sure hoped nothing would ever break us up.

“I don't know what I would do without you, Kevin, now that I've found you.” He started rubbing my bare chest while I drove. He just couldn't seem to get close enough to me to satisfy himself that I had no intention, what-so-ever, of ever letting him go. I reached my arm around his neck and pulled him close to me; our skin touched and felt warm.

"Jerry … I give you my solemn promise, that you will never, ever, have to worry anymore; I'll never leave you!"

I felt something warm, drop onto my shoulder. I glanced over at him when the next car passed us; I was shocked; he was crying.

“What’s wrong, Babe?” I asked, wondering if I’d done something to upset him.

Then he sniffed and said in a choked voice, "Kevin … I love you so much; it hurts so much, when I think about those guys in that movie, and how I’d feel if anything like that ever happened to us. I think if something were to happen, I’d just go out and jump in front of a truck or something."

I hugged him as tight as I could and still drive. “Don’t worry about EVER having to do something stupid like that.”

The rest of the way back to the cabin, Jerry never said a word. I figured he was asleep until his hand started pressing and rubbing my naked chest again. I just kept on driving. Eventually, I pulled into the parking lot, stopped the engine, and said, “We’re home, sweetheart.”

Jerry sat up without saying anything. We then got out of the truck.

We walked side by side. He held my hand so tight that I had to clench my teeth to keep from whimpering. When we got to the cabin, I opened the door and walked in and turned on the lights. Jerry headed for the bathroom, still not saying anything. I turned on the TV and started watching it; I felt bad about the way he was feeling, but I didn't know how to bring him out of it.

He came out of the bathroom with nothing on except his shorts.

"Jerry," I said as I looked into his beautiful sad eyes, "no more movies, if this is what they do to you!"

"Kevin, my love, I normally don't act like this, but that movie really got to me."

“Just wait here; I have to take a piss, too.”

While I was in the bathroom, I took off everything except my shorts, and went back into the main room. Jerry was lying there on the bed. I sat in the chair to the side so I could just feast my eyes on him.

About that time, the TV station signed off the air, and I got up, reached over and flicked it off.

Jerry looked at me and said, "God, you’re a good looking guy; you know that?"

"Now that's startin’ to sound more like the guy I'm in love with."

I pulled out one of the magazines that Jerry had brought over, and opened it. He looked over at me but didn't say anything; he just watched me.

I started flipping through the pages, not thinking about what was happening. Little Kevie sprang up pushing my shorts away from my belly. I glanced over and Jerry was showing signs of getting turned on, too, so I slowly moved a little closer to the bed.

He reached up and rubbed my crotch. I put the magazine down, and slid onto the bed next to him. I reached over and played with his crotch.

He spoke up, finally. "Kevin … I’d really love for you to sit on my pole tonight; OK?"

"Now that's more like it," I said, as I grinned broadly.

He raised his butt up and I slipped his shorts off, exposing that beautiful piece of meat of his. Then I raised my butt and slid my shorts off, letting my cock jump free.

I got up and straddled Jerry's slim, perfectly proportioned hips. I reached down, pulled his dick up off his belly, and pointed it at my rosebud. I started lowering myself onto his pole, until the tip pushed its way in.

Then Jerry shoved his hips up fast, and that hard-drivin' manhood of his drove home. It caught me off guard and I fell on him, driving his cock even deeper up my puckered hole. He reached up and pinched both of my nipples; I let out groan. I wanted him to start working on my throbbing hardon soon.

He then reached out and barely touched the tip of my prick. Leaning up, he tentatively tasted the precum oozing from my piss slit. My penis became even harder, and then it jerked up and down at each touch.

He was fucking my hole faster and faster; I reached down and poked a finger into his belly button, twisting it, and digging my finger just enough to bury it up to the first knuckle. He had the cutest little inny you could ever imagine; of course, I didn't have to imagine. I couldn't believe the reaction I got from him. His stomach muscles got so tight they almost pushed my finger out. He let out a loud, continual groan, and I knew he was ready to pop.

Then he started moaning, "Ohhhhh, Kevin, I can't hold on any longer.”

He shot another volley of jizz; he pumped load after load of hot cum up my ass. I thought it was going to shoot out my nose; it felt like he had his dick up there that far. God, it felt so damn good.

I twisted my body around, driving him nuts. Then I tightened every muscle I knew, and quite a few that I never suspected I had. I kept trying to hold back. This, of course squeezed his spurting hose nozzle, and he jerked ... that was it! I was through trying to hold back. I let out a loud groan and started shaking like a leaf. “Oh, Jerry, Love, I'm cumming; fuck, I'm cumming, HARD!”

I watched myself shoot load after load of cum all over his chest. I just sat there on his meat, rubbing my cum all around Jerry's chest and nipples.

Winding down from the high, I started talking to him, but I didn't get up. I kept his meat … now, semi-hard and softening more … inside my puckered hole. "You know … I think we should leave for home tomorrow, Jerry. There are a lot more things we can do together there. And I still have another week off, to spend with you at home."

"Oh, man; I'll go along with whatever you want, Kevin. I’ll follow you to the end of the Earth if you ask me to."

“All I want is for us to be happy together … forever.”

It was getting late, and I, hesitantly, slowly, lifted up. His manhood easily slid out of my ass; it was blood red, and soft. We showered together once more, and hit the sack. Jerry wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me against him, so that we were facing each other again. Then he kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. Our penises were kissing, too. We both fell asleep, holding each other tightly, tangled together in each other’s arms.

To be continued…