Men on the Moon

He shook his head. "Nah, the problem was that she was a white guy."

I spit out some wine. "What?"

He reached over and put a hand on my thigh. "Yes, you heard me right. I got beat up at school because some of the brothers called me Queer and I told them to go stuff themselves. I tried to keep them from finding out why but Daddy got on his high horse and went to school and the counselor told them the word was that I was a pansy. A fruit. They decided to get me out of there so I wouldn't get hurt."

"Jeeze," I said lamely. "That is terrible."

"Oh, there is worse I suppose." I touched the back of his hand, stroking it gently. "It must be terrible to be treated that way." I thought back and wondered if I had just looked on when Joe was teased in junior high School. Let him be made fun of when I really liked him. I felt awful. "Have you always liked boys? When did you know?"

"I've always known I was different. I always was comfortable with the women in the family, and I liked the girls at school. I just wasn't attracted to them. As soon as I started to mature I knew what I wanted, and it was other boys. When did you know?"

I was stunned. "Well, I'm not sure I do know."

"Oh, come on. You are as queer as I am. I could tell the moment we met. Us queers can tell."

I sat quietly. "I have been trying to figure it out. Lately I have been thinking of men when I jerk off. And when I met you...I don't know. I thought you were very attractive. Does that make me queer?"

"Well, you asked me to the Drive-in Movie where we could be alone," he finished for me. He raised his glass to me and took a drink. "So what do you want to do about it? Here we are."

"I don't know," I stammered. Alexander laughed and leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, lingering.

"Now you know," he said. And then he kissed me again, and I felt my lips open and my tongue touched his. It was like velvet, and the taste was sweet from the wine and rich with the marijuana. I felt his arms come around me and I leaned into him and I could feel something like a freight train in my head.

And it literally was a freight train, since the train tracks ran not far from the fence on this side of the theater. But when the ground shuddered I could not tell if it was from the movement of the train on the tracks or my heart thudding against my ribcage. God it felt good! My mouth was open wide to him as his tongue probed my teeth and my palate. I sucked at his tongue, trying to capture it and hold it. I twisted in his embrace so that I faced upward to him. My arms clung to him for support and I felt I was falling upward into his eyes.

I don't know how long we made out but Nillson was singing "Everybody's talking at me" again and the movie must have ended. Alexander looked up and said the dancing hot-dogs were on the screen again. I squirmed around, still leaning against him. The arc lights had come on at the base of the screen to show people the way to the snack bar. I screwed up my eyes against the sudden brightness.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked.

"I think we are just fine right here," he said. I heard the sound of a zipper opening and I shivered. He pulled open the front of his trousers and skinned them down with his white briefs. He reached for my hand and drew it toward him. I could see him outlined against the bright lights at the bottom of the screen in the darkness, his coffee colored flesh almost as light as the battered white seat.

I felt a coolness at the back of my neck. There were many issues. It was the first erect cock I had ever seen, other than my Old Faithful. His was long and narrow, curving slightly up the right. He was uncircumcised, the tip of it just protruding from the foreskin. Something on the tip glimmered. I gently placed my palm on the side of it, toward the base, and slowly wrapped my fingers around it as if I were gripping a bat. He squirmed. I took the pressure off my grip and ran my hand gently upward. He had to be nearly eight inches in length, but his cock was as slim and expressive as his fingers.

The story seemed to be true. I continued to gently, so gently, run my hand up and then down the length of his cock. I leaned over and kissed him again, and then looked down at the precious dark lance protruding from my hand.

"You need to put that sweet mouth of yours on that, you know," he said softly. "If you are going to be queer you may as well be a cocksucker, too."

"I'd love to suck your cock, Alexander,' I said reverently. The words hung in the air like balloons. "I'm going to suck your cock." I was amazed by the sound of it, the words spoken for real.

Bob, I thought to myself, tonight you are a cocksucker. Then I shivered and began to lower my face toward his lap.

Easy Rider

After the dancing hotdogs were gone the arclights went out and the speaker cracked with the noise of big motorcycles. My tongue was licking the tip of Alexander's cock. I could not tell the color now, but from the glimpse I had before the second feature started it seemed to have collected all the melanin from his golden body and concentrated into a stiff café au lait man pole.

I held it by the base and swirled my tongue around it. There was not much taste to the slippery fluid that had collected on the piss slit, but I lapped it up and then French-kissed it to make sure I had gotten it all.

Then I worked my tongue around the flesh that surrounded his heart-shaped knob and took him in my mouth where I could work my tongue on the velvety shaft.

"That's good, Bob. No teeth, gentle is good for now." He seemed willing to let me go at my own pace and I felt empowered by my submission to his manhood. I was sucking a black man's cock and it was wonderful. The pot and the wine enhanced my desire and I ran my tongue down the side of his elegant cock and down to the nest of wiry hairs that covered his balls.

The smell bathed my enhanced senses and I licked his sack and teased the orbs within. "Suck them, Bob, suck my balls," said Alexander.

I sucked one into my eager mouth. The tender teste floated softly within the wiry covering of the silky flesh. The smell of him was making me wild. I opened my mouth wide managed to get both precious balls in my mouth. I ran my tongue between them, separating them into my cheeks. I felt his shaft rub my cheek in the darkness and the roar from the speaker matched the squirming of his hips.

I felt transported. Alexander's slim fingers caressed my hair, pressing me down into him. I sucked his balls, my mouth gaping and aching with the effort not to let my teeth interrupt his pleasure.

The voices from the speaker blurred in my eagerness to serve him. His voice blended with that of the movie. I was sucking young Jack and violent Dennis as I sucked Alexander. I left his balls with a slurp and licked upward, worshiping his shaft. When I reached the top I plunged down on him till the throbbing tip lodged in the back of my throat. I felt my gag reflex begin and Alexander cupped my ears.

"Not yet, Bob, you'll take all of me, oh yes you will. But you can't take me deep at that angle. You'll have to be on your knees in front of me!"

I squirmed around and gripped the base of his cock and began to vigorously plunge my soft palate over his silky hardness. My mouth was getting sore from holding it so wide open but now I could focus and found a little rhythm that seemed to please him. The sweet liquor of his seed was beginning to flow, slippery on my tongue and the rich smell drove us both wild.

I thought what it must look like to look down from above, to see me bobbing on that magnificent spear.

I heard him moan and I heard Jack yelling something at Peter about Dennis and then Alexander's hands pressed against my ears and froze me in my downward movement. "Damn!" he said. "Your gonna take a load!"

His words made my tongue curl, the only thing he had not frozen in place with the firm pressure of his hands.

It might have been the buck of his hips, or maybe it was the backfire of a Harley from the speaker, but he came in my mouth then, a mixture of sound and passion. Jets hit the back of my throat, warm and salty. A hint of chlorine. Acrid and sweet at the same time.

It was almost more than I could take all at once, but I nursed on him as he held my head in place. His semen leaked from my mouth, but I greedily captured it between my lips and my hand. I kept sucking until he was dry and clean.

"Ooh, Baby" he said as I suckled on him. "You are going to be one fine cocksucker."

It thrilled me to hear him say that and I was hard as a rock. He stroked my hair as I imprisoned his softening shaft in my mouth.

"You keep that up I might get hard again.'

I thought that sounded just fine. 

Knights in White Satin

I finally sat up, blinking. The Red Necks were chasing down Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper and I was a cocksucker.

I sought Alexander's lips with mine and he kissed me gently, our tongues meeting and sharing the residue of him that lingered on my teeth. I took a sip of wine from his cup. Mine was knocked over on the floor.

"Do you want me to do you?" he asked with a smile. I reached over and felt my aching cock. The fabric of my slacks was slick with pre-cum I had been leaking while I suckled on him.

His touch was electric. "I'll come in a second," I said. I felt very strange. I thought that once I came, I would be overcome with the significance of the moment, the strange new reality I had gobbled myself into.

I had the otherworldly feeling that I was not Bob, suburban teen anymore. I had walked through a door I had always known was there, but now I was on the other side. I was a queer cocksucker. I was still weak with desire and I did not want that to change. I wanted his lips on me, and I wanted more. I wanted him to make me completely his, complete the transformation.

"I want more, Alexander. I want to fuck."

"Well, we could try it here, but we will be the only ones left in the Drive-in."

"We have the rest of the summer," I said with wonder.

"Yes, we do."

I liked the sound of the "we." I was part of something with him. "but we will have to find a place to hang out with some privacy." He was very practical.

"I think I have one. My folks have a cabin in Michigan. It is on a little lake. I bet we can get there."

"Sounds good to me. I'd like that a lot." The credits were rolling on the film and brake lights were coming on from the cars clustered in the middle of the parking area.

"So I guess I'll run you home and see you tomorrow at the mall." He leaned over and kissed me. "I want to sleep with you, Bob. We need to do that. Soon."

"Me too" I said. I untangled myself and popped the trunk-lid with the little handle under the dash-board. I put the speaker back on the post with the spiral cord hanging down. I got out and put the bottle of wine in an old cardboard box I kept there to keep it from rolling around. I was still hard and I would have to avoid talking to my parents when I got in and not let them see the stains on my pants. I got back in and closed the door.

He smiled at me in the bright glow of the arclights that said the show was over. He touched my thigh, caressing it. I knew this show wasn't over. It was only beginning.

I drove back up 32nd street past the Mall and another couple miles to the in-close suburb where the black community was clustered. The trees were full and the bungalows were old but well-kept. There was no ghetto in this town, except possibly the mental one that keeps us all imprisoned in our boxes. I was still grappling with being outside of my box, a little giddy at the prospect of having made a small logical step and seeing where would take me.

"It is this one up here, on the left." I pulled across the oncoming lane and stopped at the curb in front. A single light burned downstairs behind a substantial porch. I was glad there was no one rocking on the chair there to greet us.

"I'd like to ask you in," said Alexander earnestly. "But it is late."

"Do you mean that?" I asked. "Are you saying you want to be public?" the thought was a revelation.

"Public about what? We are just friends and you are showing me the ropes. What else would anyone think? And who cares anyway?"

I was quiet, wondering about having Alexander meet my parents.

"Just relax, Bob. All you did was natural. Pure nature." He leaned over and kissed me again, quickly, and was gone into the house. I gunned the engine a little, let out the clutch and drove home where the houses were more modern and the lawns a little larger.

There was no one awake to greet me except the dog, and though she sniffed me with a quizzical nose, she was not that interested.

When I got into bed I thought of Alexander's cock in my mouth and I had no more to do than touch myself and I came in great wave of semen that pooled on my belly, filling up my navel and running off to the side. I scooped it up and licked it off my fingers, marveling in the difference in taste between us.

I slept and when the light was coming up and after the folks were stirred and cars started to take them to their jobs, I drifted off again. You know what I dreamt. A night spent on white satin, with caramel skin against mine.

August is a Month of Dreams

Being a practicing homo turned out to be a lot more natural than I would have expected.

I didn't see my folks that much anyway, our hours were not compatible, and they probably thought I was a little wound up over going away to college.

What I was wound up about, of course, is that I was now a sexual being, alive and ready for anything. Alexander and I worked at being normal at the department store, though I suspect there was gossip. The Nerd never picked up on the fact that when things were slack, or one of us was on break it was only natural that there was a hard cock being sucked in the changing rooms.

I'm sure the block-headed Dutch wouldn't suspect anything like that, and there were no surveillance cameras back there. The most they might have suspected was the occasional Marlboro being smoked, not Alexander's proud dark lance.

In the days that followed, and our involvement deepened, I became obsessed with the idea of being fucked by my handsome New Orleans prince.

That was too risky at the store, and we didn't any place else to go except the woods. A blow-job there, gracefully executed, seemed OK. I took am immense amount of guilty pleasure, reveling in my submission to his sex, in sinking to my knees in front of him, and undoing his thick belt with the mod buckle, or in the car when it was dark. But there were risks in that, and who needed the hassle?

I wanted my first fucking to be someplace we could do it properly and have some privacy. With September bearing down on us, we arranged to get the Sunday off together and I schemed a way to go to the cabin when my folks were pinned down by a social engagement in town.

I told him we had the place for the weekend and he was going to fuck me silly, if he so desired. He looked at me with those crazy hazel eyes that made my heart skip and told me that I would be fucked with his hard black cock within an inch of my life.

I smiled happily. I was turning into quite the bitch, and obsessed with the desire to suck him off, and he liked that too. I let him suck me as well, him going down on his knees before me so I could stroke his tight curls as he gobbled me down. One morning we did each other in an hour, in between customers.

I found it curious how quickly we adapted to our roles in the new relationship. He was the more experienced, after all, so it seemed natural that I should please him whenever I could. But there was something more to it.

When I pleased him with my eager mouth it enhanced my desire for him. When he shot his warm semen in my mouth I felt a reward, and the hotness in my stomach and groin were only enhanced. When he did me, I felt a feeling almost of nausea when I erupted into his mouth, emotion coming in the floods of my spasms, and when they were done I felt release, sweet release, but also a bit of panic in what I was swiftly becoming.

I felt no such panic when he was in my mouth. It just felt natural and I stayed hard as a rock. I began to prefer the hardness in him, commanding me on my knees to suck him dry.

I sure we would have been caught if there had been more time, but September was near and time was growing short for summer employment. It made each time we could be intimate that much more precious.

We arranged to get a weekend off together. We worked Saturday and it was really just Monday, since the Dutch had Sunday blue laws that shut the town down tight as a drum so everyone could spend the day in Church.

We drove up to the lake after work on Saturday. We listened to tunes and smoked a little pot on the drive. This was a week when most of the cabins were unoccupied, since the lake would be jammed on the Labor Day holiday.

We could smell the pines, and he got me going, fooling with me as I drove the little red car. I had it in fourth, so I didn't have to shift, and he sucked me as we rolled along through the green trees and the lowering sun. When I came, I almost drove off the road, swerving a bit, and then getting control as he sucked the last juice from me.

"I almost killed us" I whispered huskily. "Your mouth is so hot."

He smiled and licked his lips at me, smacking them. "You'd better be ready for more of that, Bobbie boy. I get to sleep with you tonight."

We pulled up the long dirt road to the cabin just at twilight. There was nobody around, though I could hear the motor of someone out on the lake. We clambered out of the VW and stretched. I showed him the place. It was a modest little A-Frame, not much to it, really. The point was to be on the bluff above the dark water of the inland lake, surrounded by the trees and the sound of the forest.

The place slumbered most of the year, so when I opened it up it smelled a little musty. I ran around, throwing open all the windows, especially the ones in the long dormer upstairs so there would be some cross breeze. He watched me buzzing around, giddy at the prospect of what would soon be happening. He checked the reefer and found a cold can of Milwaukee's Best. He looked at it and raised his eyebrows.

"C'mon. It's my old man's stuff. At least there is beer!"

"Point taken," said Alexander. He popped the top and threw the pull-tab in the trash. "Let's get our stuff in here and relax."

"O.K." I said, slowing down. We were here, and we were alone at last.

I walked over to him and kissed him hard on his full inviting lips. "Welcome to the cabin, Alexander."

We got the bags out of the back seat and smelled the air. I could not resist caressing his lean back, a little moist from sitting on the vinyl seat on the trip up. I felt a stirring in my groin. I had just come an hour ago but I felt like I was ready to go again. He looked at me and said we should go in. And he gave me a wicked smile that made my knees almost buckle.

We put the bags down by the door. "There is a master bedroom on this level, but it has single beds in it. There is a double bed in the front bedroom upstairs," I said.

"That is a no-brainer. Get a beer and let's go look."

I locked the screen door and smelled earth and water and pines. I got a beer from the kitchen and walked to the stairs with him. I led him up, holding his hand. I turned right and opened the door to the front bedroom. I turned on the little lamp on the bedside table and opened the windows wide. Then I turned around to face him.

He was skinning of his shirt, and his skin glowed in the light. His chest was smooth and his nipples were dark against his caramel skin.

I took my shirt off, too, and undid my belt. "There is something I need in the bathroom. I'll be right back."