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“What about that store?” I asked, returning Bobby’s cuff with a jab to his ribs. He grabbed my hand and twisted it.
“Was it open?”
I broke free of his grip and gave a quick slap to his cheek.
“I saw a guy watching us from the window,” I answered.
With a sudden lunge, Bobby butted my helmet with his…hard.
“Better than standing here freezing our wet asses off.”
With that Bobby swung his bicycle around and was off up the road with me in hot pursuit. The sound of the bridge breaking apart reached our ears as we got to the top of the incline. We looked back and through the rain saw a gaping opening where the bridge once crossed.
Twenty minutes later we were two drowned rats seeking refuge at Cliff’s Ocean View Emporium. As we rode up, a man came out on the covered porch of the store. Wearing jeans and an over-size sweatshirt, he was tall and lanky, probably early 30s, with a thick head of curly black hair.
“Thought I’d see you two back here,” he called out. “Got a call on the CB from the road crew. Said the bridge washed out.”
“Yeah, we heard it break up,” Bobby responded as we pulled our bikes onto the porch. “God, it’s cold.”
“Hope you don’t mind us resting here a bit,” I said as I pulled off my helmet and hung it over the handlebar. When I turned back, I caught the man staring intently at Bobby. Bobby was moving around kind of strange and nervous like.
“I don’t think you fellas are going anywhere for awhile. Landslide’s taken out the road two miles the other way. Let’s get inside.”
The man quickly ushered us into the warmth of the store. Dripping wet, we followed him over to a wood stove.
“Thanks,” Bobby said as he held his hands as close to the stove as he dared.
“Name’s Joe,” the man said.
“I’m Bobby.”
“I’m Hank,” I quickly added.
“Like the bleached hair,” Joe said to me. “Looks good on an Asian guy.”
Over the last six months or so Bobby had talked me into both an earring and a tattoo, the dragon on my chest above my left nipple. His earring was gold, mine silver. His tattoo, in the same place, was a soaring eagle. The bleached hair was my idea. All of this had my mother really upset, but dad intervened and calmed her down. Bobby didn’t dare wear his earring or take off his shirt at home. His father had beat him for less.
“He could pass for my twin, don’t ya think?” Bobby said with a grin, a line he’d used a lot recently. Joe gave a hearty laugh at that, then said, “Great day for a bike ride, huh?”
“Don’t get me started,” Bobby barked out, giving me a fake jab to the ribs.
“My folks have a place just this side of Sea Ranch,” I explained. “We’re going to spend the week there. We dropped off all our stuff last weekend, so we could bike it light. That’s why we don’t have any gear. Fuckin’ storm!”
“Your store?” Bobby asked, clearly wanting to change the subject.
“Yeah,” Joe replied. “Been here two years now. Does OK and I like the slower pace out here. Well, before we do anything else, let’s get you both into something dry.”
“We don’t want to put you out,” I said.
“Hey, no problem. It’ll be an adventure,” he replied. “You both look like 30s, right?”
Joe headed down one of the aisles.
“Huh?” Bobby asked.
“Waist size,” Joe called back.
“Yeah, we are,” I answered.
Joe came back tearing open a package of white Hanes briefs. He tossed us each one, stared at the third pair a moment, gave Bobby a broad grin and a wink and tossed the extra pair to him.
“On the house. Now come along.”
What was all that about, I wondered, as Joe led us to a large living area behind the store. Dominating the large room, right in the middle, was one of those huge redwood sculptures, this one a mother bear and two cubs. I’d often wondered who bought those things…now I knew.
Around the statue were four distinct areas. In one corner was a couch and coffee table facing a stereo system. In the next, a small kitchen separated by a counter with two stools. In the third, free weights and an adjustable bench. And the last, a double bed, dresser and wardrobe. A TV and VCR sat on top of the dresser. Between the windows were large bookcases containing books, videotapes and CDs. Stacks of magazines were scattered here and there around the room.
“You can hang your wet things in there,” Joe said, pointing at the open door to the bathroom. “I’ll find something else for you to wear.”
By the time we had gotten out of our shoes, Joe was standing in the doorway holding a dark blue robe and some gray sweats.
“Sorry, this is all I’ve got,” he said. “You can fight over who gets what,” he added with a broad smile.
As we pulled off our bicycle shirts, I noticed that Joe was eyeing Bobby intently…almost too intently. Immediately the thought that Joe might be gay flashed through my mind. That was followed by a rush of excitement through my groin. I glanced over at Bobby. He was listening as Joe talked about the storm, his hands hesitating at the waistband of his bicycle shorts. I noticed that the bulge between his legs seemed larger than usual (remember, I love the guy…I notice these things). I took a quick look at Joe. His eyes were clearly focused “down there” as he spoke. I wondered if Bobby noticed. I looked back at Bobby just as he turned his back to us and started to peel the nylon shorts down. Then I felt Joe’s gaze on me. I looked at him, and he smiled. I watched as his eyes slowly and deliberately moved down my body. I felt my dick surge in the tight confines of my shorts. I knew I had to move fast. I turned away and quickly was out of my shorts and into the briefs. When I turned back, Bobby had claimed the sweats and was pulling them on. I took the robe and quickly pulled it around me, hoping neither of them saw the heaviness I felt between my legs. I fumbled for the belt, and to my chagrin discovered it had none. ‘Shit,’ I said to myself.
This series of events took just a few minutes, but it felt like slow-motion to me. It all felt so sexually charged. I was both excited and scared. My mind was reeling as I followed Joe and Bobby toward the kitchen area.
“…met before?”
It was Joe’s voice.
“No,” Bobby answered.
Something in his voice caught my attention. I looked at him. Normally one of the most self-assured people I knew, Bobby seemed anxious, bordering on freakin’ out.
“You sure?” Joe pressed. “You look awfully familiar.”
“No,” Bobby insisted, a bit louder this time. “No way.”
There was a moment or so of awkward silence, finally interrupted by the sound of Joe’s CB radio.
“Help yourself to some Coke or beer or whatever,” Joe said, pointing at the frig as he headed back into the store to answer the CB. Bobby opened the frig.
“What was that all about?” I asked as I reached past him for a Bud Light.
“Nothing,” Bobby answered as he grabbed one, too.
The tone in his voice said ‘leave it alone’. But I rarely did, which over the years had gained me a couple of black eyes.
“If it’s nothing, why are you so upset?”
Bobby swung around and faced me with fire in his eyes.
“I…am…not…upset,” he answered very slowly, daring me to push it any further.
“OK…OK…forget it…see, I’ve forgotten it…see.”
There was a whine in my voice. God, I hated it when Bobby made me do that. Just like I hated it when he was clearly keeping something from me. Sulking, I went and dropped down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Bobby sat with his back to me on one of the kitchen stools and started looking at a magazine on the counter. In the distance we could hear Joe’s muffled voice as he talked on the CB.
“I think he’s queer,” Bobby suddenly whispered.
I looked at him. He was now turned facing me. His expression was very serious.
“Ah, come on…” I whispered back. With this confirmation of my own suspicions, I felt my heart skip a beat and a tingling in my balls.
“Didn’t you see the way he watched us?” Bobby continued, dropping his voice even lower. “He was checking us out…big time.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” I fired back, regretting my words immediately. “He’s just a friendly guy,” I added quickly.
“Hey, cut that shit. The only hopes I got are that this friendly guy keeps his hands to himself. You better be hopin’ that, too.”
That last sentence cut through me, feeling like a challenge of some kind. Did Bobby suspect anything about me? My insides were suddenly raging in turmoil.
“Hey, come on,” I said, getting up and moving over to him, careful to hold my robe closed…I still had a bit of an erection. “Relax. Please. OK? It’s been a long day, and I’m sorry I got us stranded here.”
“Yeah, you’re one hellava asshole,” Bobby responded, a wide grin spreading across his face. He gave me a quick jab at my ribs.
“Hey, watch who you’re calling an asshole,” I fired back as I grabbed his wrist before he could connect. I gave a sudden twist and he lost his balance and tumbled off the stool to the floor. I stood over him, as surprised as he seemed to be.
“Now, you’re going to get it,” he said as he jumped up.
“No, don’t!” I cried out. I backed up against the couch, knowing full well what was about to happen. I held my arms out to block him. He lunged at me. I fell down onto the couch, my robe spread wide. Bobby was on top of me, going for my naked sides. One thing about me: my ticklishness knows no bounds. Bobby was laughing. I started howling.
“Say you’re sorry!” he ordered.
I tried to break free, and as I struggled under his attack, I felt my dick go fully erect. I was freaking inside…but I was also excited, intensely excited. As I finally got a hold of both his arms, he dropped down on top of me. If he hadn’t noticed my hard-on before, he certainly did then.
“I’m…sorry…,” I cried out.
“I don’t believe you,” he answered with a laugh.
He started rubbing up against my hardness. Then I noticed it. His boner was pressing up against my thigh. I was so excited I’m surprised I didn’t shoot off that very moment. To my surprise he shifted up a bit and our bulges touched. Then he started to hump me. I couldn’t believe it. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations welling up between my legs. When I opened them again, I caught sight of Joe. He was standing just to the side of the redwood bears…and he was rubbing the crotch of his Levis. When he caught me looking, he quickly pulled his hand away. He pulled down the bottom of his sweatshirt to hide his aroused condition…but I still got an eyeful of the pronounced outline of his very hard, very thick cock. I wondered how long Joe had been standing there. But then the combination of Bobby’s hard-on rubbing against mine and Joe’s watching us brought me right to the verge of orgasm.
“It’s Joe,” I whispered urgently.
Bobby spun around and stared wide-eyed at Joe. That gave me the leverage I needed to push him off me. He tumbled to the floor on his back between the couch and the coffee table. Too late…I started to cum. I looked down in time to watch my throbbing penis flex a few times under the tight, white cotton…then start flooding my briefs in my warm juices. Still cumming, I looked up. Joe was staring down at me. Sudden embarrassment struck and I quickly pulled the robe back around me. Anxiously I glanced down at Bobby, but he was too busy hiding his own crotch to notice what had happened to me. Then Joe spoke...so matter-of-factly it was if he saw nothing unusual in what he just witnessed.
“If you give me your home numbers, I’ll get a buddy of mine to let your folks know you’re OK.”
With shaking voices we each gave him the numbers, and he headed back into the store. Bobby quickly got up and sat back down on the kitchen stool. I sat up and waited to see if he’d say something. I reached into the robe to adjust my finally relaxing dick in the now-cool dampness of my underpants.
“Bobby?” I asked tentatively.
Silence.
“I don’t know…what…came over me,” he finally said.
“Hey, no big deal,” I responded, trying to sound as light as I could.
He turned to face me. He looked like he was about to cry.
“It sure the fuck is!” he hissed. “And it better not happen again, you hear?”
He rushed for the bathroom. That’s when I noticed the large, wet spot on his sweatpants. My penis stirred again at the sight. At that moment Joe returned. He grinned as he sat down beside me and handed me a clean pair of briefs.
“Thought you’d like another pair,” he said.
“Uh…thanks…I don’t know what…”
“Hey, don’t get all embarrassed on my account,” Joe interrupted. “Lots of straight dudes get it off with a buddy now and then. It’s no big deal.”
“That’s…what I told him,” I said as I nodded toward the bathroom.
“He’s upset?”
“Yeah. He’ll be in there awhile.”
“Well, here, change your underwear and then I’ll talk to him,” Joe said.
As I stood up, I was relieved that he figured I was a ‘straight dude’. I turned away from him and quickly stripped down the cum-soaked Hanes. I heard him stand up…the sound of a zipper…then felt him move up behind me. I froze, the clean briefs in my hand. He reached around me. Then his fingers found and started lightly stroking my penis and balls.
“Like I said, lots of straight dudes get off with each other,” he whispered.
He took my free hand and guided it into his unzipped Levis. He was wearing boxers. My fingertips easily found the fly and I was touching the hot skin of his hard meat.
“You gotta a nice, long dick, Hank,” he whispered. “You fucked a girl?”
“Yeah…my girlfriend…a few…times,” I answered, quickly becoming overwhelmed by what his fingers were doing between my legs. It wouldn’t be long before I’d be letting loose with another load. ‘Don’t come out, Bobby,’ I silently begged. ‘Please don’t come out.’
“The first time…where did it happen?” Joe asked.
“At her house…we were…studying…then…kissing…”
As Joe coaxed me, memories of that first time with Karla flooded my mind. How we finally agreed to lie on her bed as long as we kept our clothes on, which ended up meaning my briefs and her panties.
“…I was fuckin’ her tits…grabbed my hips…pulled me forward…then…pulled me out…sucked on me…then…I heard…a rip…she…tore her panties…then…begged me…to fuck her…”
In my mind I was easing my hardness deep into my first cunt. Joe started to slowly jerk me off. Stilled buried in Joe’s pants, my hand was squeezing the shaft of his erection. Matching the memories of my pumping deeper and faster into Karla, Joe’s hand moved faster around my six inches. Then I was shooting off, sending my cum all over the hardwood floor. I was breathing hard and was about to fall. I would have except that Joe was holding me up. In my hand I felt Joe’s cock pulsing and throbbing and knew that he was close. I started to turn around, wanting to pull open his pants so I could see him cum. But the sound of the toilet flushing interrupted us.
“Shit!” I whispered loudly.
“Quick!” Joe said as he backed away from me, my hand roughly scraping against his zipper as I was forced to let go of his manhood. “Into the store.”
As Joe stooped down to wipe up my orgasm with my soiled underpants, I managed somehow to maneuver around the redwood bears without falling. I was out of sight when Bobby emerged from the bathroom. I stopped, frozen to the spot, my heart beating so loudly I wondered if Joe and Bobby might hear it. I suddenly realized I was holding my breath. As I slowly exhaled, I looked down at my hand. I was still holding the clean pair of Hanes. I quickly pulled them on. Then I heard Joe’s voice.
“Hank’s checking out the magazines.”
Deciding I’d better be doing just that in case Bobby came looking for me, I looked around and spotted the book and magazine racks at the far end of the store. Once down there I couldn’t hear what Joe and Bobby were saying, which was frustrating…but it did give me a few minutes to reflect on what had just happened. To be jerked off by a guy while fantasizing about screwin’ Karla was kind of confusing, now that I stopped to think about it. But then, for the first time it struck me how much Karla resembled Bobby. Blonde and athletic, Karla could pass as Bobby’s sister. This other time we had sex, she told me she really got off on my dark skin and darker dick. I realized now how much I wanted to hear Bobby saying that to me. But I knew I never would, and as I had so many time before, I felt this deep, awful feeling in my gut.
I dropped down onto the floor, grabbed a skateboarding magazine and started thumbing through the pages. In the distance, I could hear the muffled sounds of Joe and Bobby talking…and even laughing. ‘I guess he’s calmed him down,’ I thought. I came to a page with a skateboard ad. Two dudes standing with their boards, bare-chested with lots of boxer short showing, the one on the right, a seductive smirk on his face, grabbing at the fly of his low-slung jeans. As I began to imagine him pulling down those jeans, Bobby’s voice called out.
“Hey, Hank, food’s on!”
* * * * *
It turned out that Bobby and Joe had met before. At Folsom Lake the previous summer. When I questioned when that was, since I didn’t remember him telling me anything about going there, he said it was the weekend my folks and I went up to Tahoe. I was about to remind him that was when he was stuck at home taking care of his mother, who had had her appendix taken out. I remembered it clearly because I was very disappointed that he couldn’t join us and he moaned and groaned for weeks afterward about how awful it was being trapped in the house while his father spent the weekend golfing at Pebble Beach. Before I could, though, Joe began telling us about how he grew up in Placerville and used to drive down to Folsom Lake with his buddies to drink, smoke dope and put the make on any girls foolhardy enough to join them.
Suddenly ‘…or boys maybe’ just popped into my mind. Then I remembered the college intern who seduced me telling me what cruising was and about this real active spot at Folsom Lake. I never had the guts to check it out for myself. But, I wondered, had Bobby heard about it? Had he…? From that moment on I couldn’t shake the feeling that something sexual had happened between Bobby and Joe.
“Hank? Earth to Hank?”
“Huh?”
“Where the hell were you?” Bobby asked.
“I dunno…tired I guess,” I responded.
“As I was just saying,” Joe said, “I’ve got some paperwork I need to take care of. You two are welcome to watch some TV or a video or whatever. Most of the tapes are over there. Some may be under the bed. I just got that Star Wars reissue. It’s buried around here somewhere.”
“Thanks,” I responded. “We’ll find something.”
As Joe headed into the store, Bobby went to the john, and I…well, I made a quick check…under the bed. Sure enough…several gay porn videos…and two pair of brand new, cum-damp Hanes briefs. Two??? At the sound of the flushing toilet I jumped up and was looking through several videos on the dresser next to the TV when Bobby opened the bathroom door.
“How about ‘Terminator 2’?” I called out.. “Or ‘Independence Day’?”
“Either one,” Bobby answered, as he headed for the frig and pulled out two Bud Lights.
After loading ‘Independence Day’ into the VCR, I joined Bobby on the double bed and hit to play button on the remote.
“Hank?”
“Yeah?”
“Joe’s OK. Sorry I made such a big deal…you know…about his being queer…he isn’t, you know.”
There was silence between us for a minute or so as we kept our eyes focused on the trailers flashing on the screen.
“It wouldn’t matter if he was, would it?” I asked somewhat nervously.
Another long pause.
“I guess it wouldn’t,” Bobby answered, taking a long hit on his beer, “…as long as he didn’t try something…you know…”
“Yeah, I know,” I said.
The movie started.
“If he tries something…you let me know,” Bobby whispered a few minutes later. “…I’ll bust his ass.”
“You just said he wasn’t queer.”
“Yeah, I know…but even straight guys…you know…”
“Yeah…OK…”