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Straight to a Point
by Don bellew
Tommy stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel just as he heard the front door open and quickly slam shut.
“John? That you?” He called.
“Well, yeah. Who else would it be, man?” His room mate came into the hall and stripped his tee shirt over his head.
“It’s that kid next door, Kevin? He’s been over here twice already since I got home. He wants you to look at his car. His battery or something, I don’t know.” Tommy covered his head with the towel, scrubbed at his short clipped hair.
“Move over.” John shoved him with an elbow. “I gotta take a leak.”
Tommy watched in the mirror, grinned as John shoved his pants down, kicking off his shoes while he tried to pee into the toilet. “You’re gonna piss in the floor.”
“So? I’m the one mops the bathroom, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m the one has to smell it until you do!” Tom laughed.
“My piss smells good, man.”
“Yeah, and your shit don’t stink … hey, there’s your little buddy back.” They paused to listen as the front door opened.
“Hey, guys? John, you home?” The unmistakable tenor of a teenaged voice called out.
“Yeah, Kevin. I’m back here.” John answered. He glanced at Tommy and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. He was already naked and ready for his shower.
“Oh, hi!” Kevin leaned on the bathroom doorjamb. His grin wavered. His shy glance moved quickly over the two naked men and then came to rest on his hands, suddenly interested in the black grease stains on his fingers.
“Tom says you got car trouble?” John encouraged him.
“Yeah. It won’t start … just sort of growls. The water was low in the battery?” His eyes came back up as he talked. “I put some in, up the rim but it still won’t start.”
The guys were just standing there, listening, like they didn’t know they were naked or nothing. Tommy realized the kid was at the end of his story. He wrapped his towel around his hips, glanced at John. “You want to shower first?”
“Nawh. I’ll jump him off, first.” He picked up his jeans and stepped into them without underwear, shoved bare feet back into his shoes. “We got any beer in the box?”
“Yeah, we got four. I called already for a pizza. Guy should be here in about forty five minutes.”
“Not enough for a Friday. I’ll buy another six pack so I don’t have to go back out later. You need smokes or anything?”
“No thanks. I’m good.”
“All right, Sport!” John threw his arm around Kevin and tugged him down the hall. “Let’s go get you straightened out.”
…………………..
Twenty minutes later they had Kevin’s car running and were putting away the cables when the kid suddenly asked, “Are you guys gay?” Kevin looked uncomfortable but serious. John stared at him, his brow lowered, his eyes tightened up. “I mean, you can tell me, I wouldn’t say nothin’ … I wouldn’t …”
“No, Kevin. We are not gay! What the hell? Where did you get that idea from, man?”
“Just seeing you together in the bathroom, I guess. But I’ve wondered before, you know. Tommy always does the kitchen stuff and you always cut the grass and work on the cars … it’s like you’re a couple, you know? But it’s all right, if you are …” The kid rushed on, “You don’t have to hide it from me. I’m not …”
“You’re not what?” John watched him, curious and a little confused.
“Oh, nothing … I … I mean…” He turned away, looked over at his car.
“No, Kevin. We’re best friends, have been since grade school. We might have beat off together a few times but we are definitely not gay, okay?”
Kevin turned back suddenly to look at his face, connect with his eyes. “You meant it? You guys have really jerked off together?” He grinned, delighted at the thought.
“Yeah!” John laughed. “So what? Most guys have done that, right? Haven’t you?”
“Well, yeah …” The kid looked suddenly assured and confident. “But I’ve done a whole lot more than that! See? But I’m gay. That’s why I was asking, actually. I mean you guys are hot, right? Both of you--but especially you!” He grinned, “So I was just wondering if I had a chance, you know? If you’re horny sometimes, just need a good blowjob?” He giggled.
“Hey! Cut it out, man! Don’t be hitting on ME, dude.” John lifted his hands and backed away a few steps. Then he laughed. “You serious, Kevin? Maybe you’re not totally gay, okay? Lot of young guys, they try stuff and it’s fun … but that’s not the end of the story, man.... for god's sakes. You don’t know if …”
“Now you sound like my Dad.” Kevin shook his head, still grinning. “I’m eighteen. I should know by now, right? I like girls all right, just I like guys better … I’m okay with it. I’m not all “poor me” or anything. Actually, I’m kind of glad I can go both ways. That’s the best way to live, don’t you think? I get the best of both worlds … I’m not stuck without a choice or anything!”
“So you’re really bi-sexual?” John nodded, tried to look understanding.
“Bi, gay, whatever you want to call it … I still like to suck dick, okay?” Kevin laughed.
“I still can’t believe this, man. You always seemed too fucking shy to be … well, anything!” John laughed.
“I’m only shy and nervous when I’m trying to fake it, you know? When I’m being like closet, right? I didn’t know how you guys would take it, so I was a little nervous around you. But the offer still goes, for real. I’d love to do you, John … Tommy, too. We could do a party, huh? Hey, I’m not jailbait, I’m legal!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know!” John laughed, waving his hands in a calming motion. “It’s not that, man. It’s just not our thing, okay? Appreciate the offer and all that, but no thanks. Jesus, Kevin! You scare me, all right? I mean, things are different, I know, but I’m not used to guys hitting on me, okay? It feels a little weird.”
“Come on, John! You never had a guy hit on you before?” Kevin cocked his head sideways, obviously disbelieving.
“Well, some old man in a public toilet, maybe … you know, but not a regular guy, like a friend …?”
“So? Are you flattered or what? Same thing if a young girl hits on you, right?”
“Ha, not like I got women chasing after me either. Okay, flattered, maybe. You really think I’m hot stuff?” He laughed. “That’s a reach.”
“You kidding? You’re built, man! Lean and hard. Not a bad face, nice, easy going personality … and a massive tool, dude! Think I didn’t notice that?”
“Okay, okay! Cut it out, Sport. You can NOT watch me shower ever again, you understand that?” He pointed a finger at the kid, shook it.
“Aw, why the hell not? That was the best show in town!” He laughed.
“Yeah, the best FREE show, huh? You go downtown and pay some go-go boy if you want to watch a strip show, no more getting your kicks for free!” He backed away a few more steps… “Listen man, I gotta go. I got to run to the store and my pizza will be stone cold …”
“Okay. Sure… Thanks, John, for jumping off my car, okay? I’d sure like to pay you back somehow.” The kid leered at him, eyes round and brows high.
“S’ all right, kid… No problem. Gotta go.”
……………………………..
There was nothing left of the pizza but the smell. Each of them had drained three beers and now sipped at fresh bottles. Tommy lit a cigarette and passed it over to John, lit another for himself. They both raised their feet to prop up on the coffee table and both slid deeper into the soft cushions of the sofa. John tugged at the crotch of his boxers where they rode up and cinched his balls. Tommy belched and ran a hand under the elastic band of his jockeys where they seemed to tighten around his stomach.
“What movie did you rent?” John asked.
“It’s a new Eastwood … Blood work? And I got a porno, too, since it’s the weekend.”
“Great. Hey, if the porno turns us on we can call Kevin to come over and blow us.” He said the words serious and dry but then he glanced over at Tommy’s face and grinned at the blanched expression.
“What?” Tommy was incredulous.
“Seems our little buddy is gay and he thinks we’re hot. He offered to blow us, both of us. Standing offer as I understand it, a party. Can you believe it?”
“You’re shitting me, right?”
“No way. He got turned on when he saw us in the bathroom today. Remember? We were both naked and he came in to watch? So he tells me he wants to blow us. And he asked me if we were gay, too.”
“What are you smoking?” Tommy squinted up his eyes. He couldn’t credit a word of this.
“Absolute truth, man! The kid is gay! He craves cock. He wants ours.” John grinned. “Simple, isn’t it? What part you don’t understand?”
“I’m shocked. Okay? That what you wanted? I’m sure it is. You have shocked me, all right? Now tell me what happened … he really said that?”
“Yeah. You want a blow job just call out the window. I’m sure he’ll come right over. You want him to blow you?”
“Uh, NO! Not fucking likely! Cut it out, man. What did he say, really?”
“Like I said… He first asked me if we were gay. He says we seem like a “couple” to him, what with you doing the kitchen duty and me taking care of the yard.”
“He said that?”
“Yeah.”
“And you said?”
“I said no. I told him we were not gay. I admitted we had messed around, told him we had jerked our chickens together, but …”
“You said What? You didn’t tell him that!”
“Sure I did. I mean, we did, right? I remember … we were about fourteen the first time and ..”
“But you didn’t have to tell him that … I don’t see it was anything you …”
“But it’s the truth. We did, right? So?”
“So? So I’m a grade school teacher, John! How long do you think I’ll keep my job if he tells anybody that shit?”
“Calm down, Tommy. He won’t tell anybody. He’s our friend, for god’s sake. A little trust, okay? Anyway, you get your realtor‘s license and you can forget that school room shit, right?”
“Yes, thank god. And the test is next week! Man, I can’t wait to get out of the forth grade!” He laughed.
“Then it won’t matter if anybody knows we jerked each other off?” John grinned.
“Hey, is that what you said? Did you also tell him we do a slow sixty nine then fuck ourselves blind?”
“Nope. I left him some illusions. If he knew we were really gay he’d be over here all the time. Best he doesn’t know everything, right?”
“I donno… we could use a little fresh heat. We get stale, sometimes, don’t you think?”
“Hell, no! I do NOT think … Tom, you really want that kid to do you?”
“Never, my love. Never! I was just teasing. Besides, it’s not me he wants, anyway. Note that he hit on You, hot stuff, not me. He knows a top man when he sees one.”
“You never let me on top! Hey, maybe Kevin would let me fuck him, you think?”
“And maybe he’d lose some of those illusions if he found out what a hungry ass hole you really are, huh?”
“He just ain’t man enough for me, Tom. You my man. You’re all I’ll ever need.”
“I better be!” Tom murmured as he bent to kiss the face that snuggled on his shoulder.
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