Richard's Story
by:
Will B
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2008 by the Author)
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It was two days later before Richard had some time to write in his Journal again. When Troy had come home that first night, Richard had let him read the first journal entry. The next day there was plenty to do at work, and that evening Richard had been so tired that all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with Troy and cuddle. Of course, the cuddling included some kissing, and the kissing had led to caressing, and the caressing had led to other activities, and suddenly, Richard realized he wasn’t as tired as he thought.
The next day, Wednesday, Richard had some time to write, so as he sat at his desk, his mind wandered back to his years in high school and college. He began to write:
Wednesday, 12 June 1985: One summer, some other young people from my church and I went to a church camp at a nearby college for a week. The church rented a school bus that would take us to the camp on Monday and bring us home Friday evening. My friend, Danny Kohl, who was my age, was my roommate, and the first night there, Danny asked me if I wanted to ‘do some stuff with him’.
Danny and I were about the same height, five-foot-three, and Danny had a very attractive body. His chest was well defined, and as I later discovered, his cock and balls were nestled in a bush of brown, curly hair. I was intrigued and delighted to learn that ‘doing stuff’ involved getting naked, and pressing my body against Danny’s so that our cocks rubbed against each other.
I remembered the feeling of Danny’s rigid cock rubbing against the bottom of my own balls and how my hot stiff penis felt as it nestled in Danny’s ass crack. This rubbing resulted in our shooting our boy cream all over each other and that first night we had a great time!
The second evening Danny lay on my body, face up, and my cock was between Danny’s legs, rubbing against the underside of his nuts. That was great too! I shot my cream all over his balls and inner thighs.
By the end of the week, we had had a lot of fun, but when we went back home we continued to be friends. However, there were never any more opportunities to explore each other’s bodies. Remember the old commercial about ‘Bryl Cream, a little dab’ll do you’? In this case, I was coming to think that it was more like ‘Boy cream! A little dab is great!’ (But a big dab was even better!)
Richard put down his pen. ‘Damn! I’m too tired to write any more . . . Troy is cooking tonight, so I’m just going to sit here and relax until he calls me for dinner,’ he thought to himself.
The mind is a funny thing. Richard thought he would just relax, but while he sat there, his mind kept going back to his high school and college years.
He remembered something that happened after Danny and he had started school in the fall—something that would change his life. He and Danny were at lunch period, sitting out on the campus, and enjoying the warmth of the September sun.
He heard a harsh yell and then a loud cry—almost a scream. He and Danny looked and they saw a gang of five ruffians picking on another student. The gang members were big, burly guys, and the other student was a slender youth who didn’t seem to stand a chance against the gang. Two of the gang were kicking the guy’s schoolbooks around the ground, and two of them were holding him while a third was going into his pockets, looking for money. Richard had told Danny to get the school police, and he dashed over to the gang and, without thinking, yelled at them to let the kid go.
‘You and what army?’ one of the gang members challenged him.
‘Me and the whole Viking navy, punk!’ Richard had replied, and then without hesitating a second, had thrown him a punch that connected with his nose and started the blood flowing.
Two of the other creeps had come at Richard but he met them, grabbed their arms and swung them into each other. He remembered thinking that he must have been lucky because he heard two heads crack.
The last two thugs had started to turn and run—and so they had, right into the arms of the school police, and two of the Physical Education teachers.
Richard remembered going over to the kid and asking him if he was okay. The kid looked at him with tears in his eyes.
‘Yes, I think so,’ the boy had replied. ‘They didn’t get my money, and it was all I had for lunch money this week. Thank you . . . hey, I don’t even know your name!’
Richard held out his hand and introduced himself as ‘Richard, Richard Vidmark, to be exact.’
‘Thanks, Richard. I’m Eric, Eric Liefson.’
‘Let me guess,’ Richard said, laughing. ‘Your folks came from Norway, too.’
Richard smiled as he remembered Eric’s silly grin as he asked, ‘Yep! How did you know?’
Richard told him that his Papa was Nils Vidmark who had come from Norway and that he was very proud of his heritage.”
By that time, the principal had arrived on the scene and asked Eric and Richard to come to his office. When they got there, he had invited the two students to sit down and tell him what happened. He had assured them that they were NOT in any trouble.
Richard remembered that the principal looked at him and said, ‘Vidmark, that was a foolish thing you did. You could have gotten seriously hurt. BUT, you didn’t think of yourself, you saw someone in trouble and you put your own life in danger to go and help him. I’m proud of you!’
Richard’s reverie was broken by Troy calling up the stairs, “Supper’ll be ready soon. It’s just gonna be something simple.”
“That’s good, hon. What are we having?”
“Chicken salad, iceberg lettuce with choice of dressing, and apple pie and ice cream for dessert. . . oh, and of course, coffee.”
Richard smiled as he recalled that Papa and Mama had also told him how proud they were of him that night when he had told them. Papa looked at him, and said, ‘Richard! Richard, my son! I’m very proud of you. You have behaved like a man, and I dink . . . yes I dink, Mama, we vill celebrate by having a cup of Maxwell House ® Coffee, and since Richard is now of man’s estate, he vill have some coffee, too, yah, with a drop of whiskey in it?’
‘Yah, das is gut!’ Mama had said. Richard smiled as he thought about how Papa and Mama never spoke with their Norwegian accents unless they were deeply moved.
‘De coffee is good, Mama. How did you find out about it?’ Papa asked.
‘Oh!’ Mama had said, ‘A new neighbor, she lives over in that house on Steiner Street, told me about it. Her name is Peggy, Peggy Wood.’
Richard thought about how moved he had been, not only because of being allowed to have coffee with a drop of whiskey in it for the first time, but because he felt so proud of having tried to help someone in trouble, that perhaps that was what he wanted to do with his life!
He remembered his friend Paul, who lived across the street from him. It had been a hot summer day, and the two young men decided to play strip poker, just on a dare, of course! The two teen hunks were down to their tee shirts and shorts, when Paul looked at Richard and told him that he was gonna jerk off, and that Richard could watch, or he could go into the other room.
Richard told him that he’d stay and watch, and with that Paul had reached over and grabbed Richard’s crotch, and pulled his cock out of his shorts. Then Richard pulled Paul’s cock out of his shorts. The two tumescent teens enjoyed a hot session of frotting, and grinding their hard-ons against each other.
He and Paul enjoyed jerking each other off for two years. Richard loved the feel of Paul’s hands manipulating cock and balls and Richard enjoyed taking his organ into his hands and caressing it, flicking it, grasping it, pumping it and twisting it until Paul’s hot creamy nectar coated Richard’s hand.
One time Richard lifted his hand to his mouth to taste Paul’s cum, and he had thought it didn’t taste half bad. He asked Paul if they could take each other’s shafts into their mouths, and Paul said, ‘Sure!’ Jerking each other off was replaced by sucking each other off. He used his tongue to stimulate Richard’s purple glans, and flicked his tongue across the opening t the head. Richard lay twitching from side to side and loving every cock-sucking minute of Paul’s ministrations of Richard’s shaft.
Richard enjoyed giving Paul the same treatment. He learned to lick the underside of Paul’s peter, and he loved burying his nose in the soft silky hairs of Paul’s bush. He learned to stimulate him almost to the point of ejaculation, and then back off. Then he would start in again, and then back off. He would almost bring Paul off for five times, and then he would take mercy on him and allow Paul to have one of the most earth-shattering ejaculations Paul had ever had.
“Fine minutes, love,” Troy called.
“Right. I’ll be down . . . to getcha in a taxi, honey,” Richard joked.
“That’s all right, my idiot, just be sure that you get yourself to the couch in time!” Troy called back.
“No, Troy, that was NOT a good one.”
“That’s all right, Richard, I’ve got something good for you later—on the couch or off of it.”
“O-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!” Are you going to have your wicked way with me, again? . . . I hope!”
“Just you wait, Richard Vidmark, just you wait.”
Al this pre-dinner chit-chat had the effect of making Richard rise fully to the occasion, and as he went to wash up, he thought about another summer, when several of the boys in the neighborhood had been getting together at Woody’s house. Usually it had been so hot that they wouldn’t be wearing anything but sandals, shorts and tee shirts.
Paul was there and so was Wally, a friend who lived down the street. And of course, there was Woody, a tall, dark Saturnine-looking guy, six-foot with black hair and green eyes. Somebody, Richard thought it had been Woody, suggested they play strip poker, ‘just for a dare.’ Nobody wanted to be afraid to take up the dare, and so they agreed. Hand after hand the young studs played, and a couple of them were wearing nothing but their shorts
Then Woody suggested that whoever was naked first would have to lie on the floor, and the rest of them should jerk off on his naked body. Richard thought that sounded a little weird, but he also thought it might be fun. They all agreed. In two more hands, Woody was the first one to get butt naked. His body had amazed the others. He was six-foot tall, and his cock was a full six-inches long, but—BUT—he had shaved all the hair off his chest, from under his arms, and around his mighty tool. It was awesome. Richard couldn’t believe how sexy it looked.
Before Woody had laid down, he had come around to each of the others and felt their peckers underneath their shorts, and made some comment, ‘Oh, Paul, I bet you’ve got a big one.’ ‘Ah, Dick, I can’t wait to see your prick!’ ‘Wally, wank your willy and cover me with your spunk!’
He lay on the floor, and the other three pulled their shorts off and began to jack off. Richard had a decent sized cock, with a respectable bush. Wally’s peter was a little smaller than Richard’s, but it was thick. Paul’s cock was longer than either of the others. with blond hair.
The men began to manipulate their male organs manically. Gradually, each of them came to a climax and they shot their nectar all over Woody’s writhing body. With each shot he moaned in pleasure. “A-a-a-a-h-h-h! O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h! U-u-u-u-u-h-h-h-h! So good!”
When Woody came, he shot his geyser of white creamy cum into the air. Then he got on to his knees and moved around to each of the three. “Can I lick your pricks clean, please?” he asked.
Richard remembered that as one of the most incredible jackoff sessions he had ever attended. The four had agreed to come back the next day. When they did, Woody greeted them, and said he had thought of a new variation. Since there were just the four of them, he said he would lie on the floor again, but why didn’t they each gather close in a circle over him and instead of jacking themselves off, each one could pull the pecker of the guy to his right.
This was a bit unusual, but none of them wanted to be thought ‘chicken’ so they agreed. Again, Woody lay there writhing and moaning, his almost hairless body bucking and twisting as he urged the other three on. They each helped the buddy to their right reach that wonderful climax of ejaculation. Again, Woody gave them each a tongue bath to clean their genitals.
The next day, Richard had a phone call. It was from Woody. "Richard, this is Woody. I’m just calling to tell you that I’m going to my uncle’s farm to visit him and my cousin Perry. I’m gonna stay the rest of the summer. Tell Wally and Paul that I’ll see you in the fall."
Richard told Woody they would see him in the fall and he should have a good time. As a matter of fact the three never saw Woody again. His parents decided to divorce and Woody went to live with his uncle and cousin permanently.
Richard recalled, somewhat ruefully, that he hadn’t had too many other sexual encounters in high school or in college. He would look at pornographic magazines and sometimes he would buy the magazines and go home and jerk off while looking at them, and then put them in a trashcan so Papa and Mama wouldn’t find them.
On one occasion Papa did find one of Richard's magazines of male models. Some of the models were in what might be called ‘suggestive poses.’
Papa had said, ‘Richard, it is normal to be curious about people’s bodies, so I’m not going to forbid you to have these, but please, PLEASE, do not leave them where your Mama or Louise might find them. Understand?’
Richard was grateful his Papa hadn’t made a bigger deal of the magazine than he had, and he just said ‘Yes, Papa, I do. Thank you.’
Now it was time for dinner, so Richard went downstairs to find that Troy had fixed a really delicious supper.
While they were eating, Troy asked, “Did you get much writing done on your journal, lover?”
“No, I stopped writing and just sat relaxing—and thinking about my high school and college years, and about how I decided to go into police work,” Richard said, smiling at this wonderful man who had brought so much joy into his life.
“Wanna talk about it, Rich?”
Richard began, “All the time I was in high school, I thought about my dream of wanting to have a career based on helping people. I thought more and more about going into police work.
"When I talked to Papa and Mama about it, they were very pleased that I wanted to follow such a career.
"Papa said, ‘Richard, my dear son, I am very proud that you are willing to risk your life helping people. Now, please don’t roll your eyes when I tell you again about our Viking ancestors. They were not just invaders and pillagers. They were explorers and settlers. Some of them came to the New World and settled at a place called Vinland. Follow your dream, Richard!’
"Mama also had something to say. 'You have chosen a profession that carries the risk of danger. I wish I could protect you from all danger, but you are a man and must do a man’s work. Like the women of our past, we have to stay at home and watch and pray, and that is what I will do, too.'
"Papa clapped me on the back, and gave me a hug. Mama gave me a hug and a kiss.”
“Your parents were wonderful people, my love. I wish I could have known them.” As he said this, Troy had a glistening in his eye.
“Any other memories you want to share?”
Richard had a look on his face that was partly a smile and partly a smirk. He went on, “On another occasion, while I was in college I was hitchhiking from town to my house and a young guy gave me a ride home. We talked about this and that, and just as we got to the corner where I was to get out, the driver put his hand on my knee. The move was so sudden that I was stunned for a minute, but then he moved his hand up towards my crotch and asked if I would like to come to his apartment and see some really hot pictures. I agreed. I know that it was probably pretty stupid of me going with a stranger, but I thought I could handle any situation that might come up.
"We got to his apartment and he asked me if I wanted a beer. I said sure, and he got two cans of Natty Boh out of the refrigerator. While I was drinking mine, he went into his bedroom and came out carrying some magazines, and wearing nothing but a jock strap.
"He put the magazines on the table, and then moved around behind me and began to massage my neck muscles. ‘You seem a little nervous. Let me relax you,’ he said.
"After a few minutes of this, he said, ‘You wanna take your shirt off so I can do your shoulders?’ Next he suggested that I take off my slacks and shoes and socks so I could really get comfortable. All this time I was looking at these magazines that had drawings of photographs of young guys in all kinds of poses. They all had one thing in common: they were hard as rocks. By this time I was pretty hard, too, and my boner was tenting my shorts.
"He invited me to come into the living room and sit on the couch. When I did he told me to spread my legs and he knelt on the floor between my legs. He told me he wanted to suck me off, and I didn’t say anything; I just raised my body up and lowered my shorts off my butt and down to the floor.
"He took my rod into his mouth and began to lick my helmet and the underside of my shaft. He was good! Several times he almost brought me to a finish and then he would back off. After doing this three times, my balls were about to explode. He looked at me, smiled, and winked and said, ‘Get ready.’
"This time he took my cock into his throat and sucked and sucked, and I shot four volleys of my cum into his mouth. He swallowed it all.
"After laying there a few minutes enjoying the afterglow of a great suck session, I was going to get ready to go home. He asked me to wait a minute. He said he wanted a souvenir to remember me by. Would I mind if he took a picture of my cock and balls to out in his album, He promised that he would NOT photograph my face.
"I agreed, and he went and got his Polaroid camera and took several shots of my male organs. He showed me his photograph album, which was filled with similar shots of guys' pricks and nuts. Each picture was labeled with a date, but just as he had promised, there were no faces of his previous ‘guests.’ I thanked him for a great suck off session, and I went home.”
When Troy heard this memory, he said, “My love, I would like to play the role of the driver of that car and invite you to my pad for a beer, and when I had gotten you, I would kneel down in front of you and do what I could to relax your tension. But I would not ask to take your picture, I would just say . . . Richard, I love you!”
To be continued.
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