TheBreeder Posted February 4, 2011 Report Posted February 4, 2011 To see Breeder's original blog post click here During the first three or four months of my relationship with Earl, during my mid-teensāand by extension with his boyfriend, JimāI always felt as if I were in competition with the unseen entity known as āthe other one.ā There were a few hard facts Iād gleaned about the other one, just from how he was invoked in casual conversation between the two, from time to time. I knew he was roughly my age. I gathered he lived in the same vague area of the city, when they would talk about how it was a ten-minute walk from their place back to his home. And I guessed from Earlās comments about how I was his blond-headed boy that the other one was probably brown-haired. I canāt say the jealousy I felt when the other one was mentioned was anything more than theoretical. I knew Earl liked his boys. Back in the nineteen-seventies, I might add, the notion of an adult man enjoying sex with a sexually-mature youth not yet of voting age didnāt carry the hysterical edge or the knee-jerk cries for incarceration and blood that it does today. To most people it might have carried an unsettling āickā factor, but no more than homosexuality at large. No, it was a very different time, and I wasnāt bothered that Earl had a taste for younger flesh. After all, I was still doing anyone and everyone in the parks and restrooms, when I wasnāt at Earlās place. Most of the sense of competition came directly from the back-handed comments Jim would make from time to time. āThe other oneās more fun,ā heād complain, when ordered by Earl to take his joints to his room. Or, when Jim would mount me and stab at my ass for a minute with his hard little prick, āThe other oneās a better fuck, donāt you think?ā From Jim I gathered that the other one was more likely to go along with Jimās suggestions, to flatter Jim, to curry his favor. Whenever it involved sharing a joint or popping some pills before, during, or after sex, the other one always came out ahead, in Jimās eyes. But then again, for all I knew, Jim was equally as snide with the other one when they were fucking. Even in my teens, I could tell Jim had that kind of personality. From other men at the parties Jim would throw, though, I got the impression that I was better fuck. I knew (and still well know) that men will say all kinds of things when theyāve got something desirable between their legs, but I would get a thrill of a special kind when one of Earlās buddies would whisper into my ear, āYeahāyouāre a lot hotter fuck than the other kid. I like the way you give it up.ā Or, as they grunted into me, they might confess that theyād fucked the other one, but had saved their loads for my hole. I already cherished the thought that while the other kid was relegated during the parties to the mattress in Jimās third-floor garrett, I was cushily installed in the master bedroom. The star role, as it were, seemed to be mine. Knowing that staved off Jimās barbed words. Most of the time. It was on a regular weekday afternoon at Earlās house that he asked a question of me. By then Iād worked maybe two or three of his parties and knew what to expect from them. Iād collected my money from the tip jars; Earl had helped me open up my savings account. I remember I was in Earlās bed, legs in the air while he handled me like a wheelbarrow. He was in mid-fuck when Jim loped in, cigarette in hand. I was aware of him watching us from the doorway for a long time, and could smell the stink of his tobacco clouding the room more and more with every passing moment. Maybe heād been warned by Earl that day not to interrupt him at his pleasures. I donāt know. I do know that unlike other afternoons, Jim didnāt interrupt the sex with his mundane observations and concerns. He waited until Earlās cock had released a huge load of semen into my bowels and slid out, still red and throbbing, before he picked something between his front teeth and said, āSo did you ask him?ā Earl didnāt even look at him. āNot yet.ā āAre you gonna?ā Earl stared at the wall over the bed, obviously annoyed. āI intend to.ā āSo ask him.ā āIām going to.ā āSo ask him!ā In my memory, Jim and Earl seemed always to be having these pointless back-and-forths that often blossomed into full-blown arguments. I always remember Jim starting them. Admittedly, Iām biased. I worshiped Earl in those days. He was the handsomest man I knew. When he paid attention to me, a blush would form at the very tip-top of my skull and travel down my spine, leaving me flushed and tingly and out of breath. Jim never had that same effect. I didnāt like him. I didnāt trust him. In many ways, I felt his emotional and maturational superior. Earl sighed, though, and gave in. He fell onto his side and hugged me close. From the doorway, I could hear the faintest hiss as Jim took a long, heavy drag on his cigarette. āYou know Iām having another party a week from Saturday,ā Earl said. I nodded. āSome of the guys coming want to see you and my other boy.ā That news didnāt surprise me. Usually most of the guys at the parties Iād done had visited either me or the other one, or more likely both. āTogether,ā he clarified. āWhile guys watch.ā Oh. That thought hadnāt occurred to me. Unlike a lot of kids, I wasnāt interested so much in others my own age. My peers frightened me. They said mean, blunt things that adults never didāwell, most adults, excluding Jim. People my own age saw me as awkward, socially undesirable, a nerd. Men saw me as desirable, exciting, someone they wanted to have. Kids my own age were likely to betray me, as I found out with my friend Mark. I wouldāve soon as pursued sex with another fourteen or fifteen-year-old as I would have developed a fetish for humping a refrigerator. So I didnāt like the sound of it, much. I preferred thinking of the other one as someone whose path would never cross with mine, a soul confined to Jimās bedroom when I was in the house, or who only visited when I wasnāt there. No, I didnāt want to do it at all. I didnāt give voice to the doubts, though. Instead I asked Earl, āWould you get off on it?ā He nodded, his eyes locked with mine. His dick stirred against my pubic hair. āYeah,ā I said, trying to sound casual. If it pleased Earl, it would please me. Iād learned that lesson quickly. āIāll do it then. Sure.ā From his smile, I knew Iād said the right thing. The day came of the party. My memories of the time before I met the other one that day are kind of hazy; it seems unlikely that I wouldāve walked into the house and right into the other oneās waiting arms, but thatās the way I vaguely remember it. In my memory Iām naked, thoughāwhich seems to tell me that Iād at least been in the house long enough to remove my clothing and very likely play with a few guys before meeting Earlās other boy. I do remember Earl walking me into the living room where the act was to take place, though. Some of his party guests milled in other parts of the house, too occupied with their own deeds to care much about two teenagers going at each other. There were men eating Jimās indifferent finger foods in the kitchen, and the sounds of laughter and grunts from below stairs. And in the living room sat six or seven men. Jim sat on the leather sofa, his arms around two older and larger men on either side, his legs spread and resting over the right knee of one and the left of the other. He was smoking a cigarette and smirking. The other men regarded me with stares of arousal, blank and hungry. I was just a fuckhole to them, nothing more. I didnāt mind it so much. The other one was already in the living room, lying down on a comforter either Earl or Jim had spread on the floor. His hair was indeed dark and long, hanging into his eyes and past his ears. His eyes were a puppy-dog brown, but bloodshot and covered with the sleepy, droopy eyelids of the very stoned. His body was skinny and pale, with only a wisp of dark pubes. Earl nudged him with his foot and caused those lids to open, very slightly. The boy looked at me from his side, measuring me. Judging me. Earl introduced me by name, but the other one was too quick for him. āHey,ā he said, laughing to himself as if heād been told a private joke. āI know you.ā āYou do?ā Earl wasnāt often caught off-guard. He looked at me. āYou two know each other?ā āYeah,ā I said, looking at the boy and feeling stunned. Rooted into place, more likely. I wanted to flee, but I knew I couldnāt and wouldnāt. I looked at the boy Iād known four years before, and with whom Iād starred in an original biblical musical. The boy Iād suspected had also endured the directorās clumsy advanced, though weād never spoken of them. I cleared my throat and attempted to sound casual. āI know Topher.ā More...
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