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Stand By Me 18
And now I can say Previous Parts are here once again!
Thanks for the memories! Oh come on! you knew someone had to say it! And I don't mind being a cornball--I think we've established that.
And without further ado:
A float and two hamburgers later, Whitney was sitting in Lionel’s fine car, sailing down the open road. The roadside were really beautiful this time of year, flowers in bloom blurred past the window as Lionel opened up the car—to show Whit what it could do.
They pulled up to the house, a cheerful place with yellow shutters and lots of pretty flowers in the beds on either side of it. Whitney smiled, he enjoyed flowers. Their yard man did a good job, he thought.
Lionel stopped and asked him if he would like some ice tea or lemonade. Whitney grinned and asked for a beer. And did Lionel mind if he smoked? —Of course not…
No one was home, no one about and Whitney went with Lionel to a room he called the study where Lionel had a glass of something amber. He pulled the drapes and sat in a big leather chair.
“Sit,” he gestured to Whitney and he sat in a facing chair.
“So--what is this about?” he asked. “Young men aren’t normally interested in the company of old men. Why don’t you explain what’s on your mind?”
“Well,” Whitney drawled and bounced his leg. “I’d like you to stop fucking Lex. He doesn’t like it. Me, on the other hand—I don’t mind and I like your watch a whole lot.”
Lionel was speechless—he stared at Whitney open mouthed and slightly frightened.
“Oh don’t carry on like that, did you think no one would notice? All you have to do is stop and really pay attention. Lucky for you, most folks don’t. But me—it’s what I do.”
Lionel was on his feet, hands in fists, fury and full-blown fear warring on his face. He stepped towards Whitney, expecting him to fold, like Alexander always did.
Whitney shrugged “You don’t really want to hit me do you? See, we can have fun with this—I don’t mind keeping it to myself if you do as I say. Leave Lex alone,” Whitney stood, stretched and was in front of Lionel. “Tell you what…I think I’ll blow you, and then you can show me know how you liked it.” He slid a finger under the watchband, and tugged, grinned at the greedy expression on Lionel’s face. This was going to be a whole lot of fun.
An hour later Whitney strolled out of the house down the porch steps and out to the road. He passed Lex driving home along the way and gave him a cheery wave, the sun glinting off his brand new watch. It only took a tiny push for Lionel to realize how much he wanted to get fucked. Whit had to admit, it had been fun, slapping him around had been almost as much fun. He ignored the little pinch he felt in his gut.
Whit sauntered down the road; hand in his pocket and a cigarette hanging off his lip. He’d never whipped anyone before, not in any kind of way, never had to-- but when he’d grabbed that rod the crazy old bastard handed him, he’d felt a shiver go up his arm and he knew—Lex got hit with that thing. It just seemed right after that, the creep.
He inhaled and blew smoke out hard. So. That was easy enough—no big deal. And a nice watch…Whitney whistled a bit, thinking about that car of Lionel’s. He flipped the cigarette into the dirt on the side of the road, and caught sight of a slight figure ahead of him.
Well, well, what’s this? Kevin –Clark’s little friend. He scowled slightly, thinking of Clark and his ‘friend’ He's all by himself. I’ll have to fix that.
He talked Kevin into an ice cream with him, talking about Clark and school and alternating flattering and flirting with him until Kevin seemed almost stunned by the force of his personality. Whit smirked as the kid behind the counter tried to talk to his girlfriend and keep an eye on Whitney. Judging by the look on the skirt’s face, she wasn’t getting what *she* wanted.
Whit swiveled his stool so it faced Kevin and slid his foot against his, leaned over and cupped his hand around his ear, as if he were going to whisper something, and stuck his tongue in, a little, just a hint. Kevin froze and paled—and Soda Jerk nearly exploded. He stormed off, leaving his girl spluttering like a landed fish.
Whit put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder and coaxed him out of his seat, “Come on,” he said
Kevin blinked as he rose up slowly from his stool, open mouthed, looking a little confused.“Yes, okay—the bill? What about…?
“You’re kidding right?” Whit grinned and almost pulled Kevin outside.
He had him pressed against the wall in the alley behind the drugstore and the Five and Dime, his hand in his fly and pumping him slowly, watching his face turn redder and redder and his breath get sharper and sharper. He was groaning loudly now and Whit felt himself getting hard watching him. He asked, “ Ever done this before?” and when Kevin nodded yes felt a little cheated but what the hey—can’t win every time The crystal watch face glinted with each movement of his hand, and he got absorbed in it, so much so that Kevin coming was almost a surprise.
He pushed him to his knees and told him, “my turn”, and Kevin took his cock in his mouth. Whitney pumped in and out, nearly there when the door to the five and dime opened and some one stood there “Hey—hey! What the hell—you perverts!”
Whit jumped back and cursed, he’d been enjoying that damn it. Kevin looked like he was going to have a heart attack and no way he was going to finish him now. Whit calmly tucked himself back in, and locked eyes with the guy, the manager of the store.
“You got a problem Mr?” he asked mildly, and pushed as hard as he could—the guys forehead wrinkled. He knew he’d seen something very wrong, something he thought was bad but he couldn’t make the words come to his lips, in fact he had no idea what had upset him--. He looked at the kid kneeling on the street.
“What’s wrong with him?” he asked and Whit said, “He tripped”, and lifted Kevin to his feet.
“Come on, let’s go.”
The guy was staring at them so hard, and Kevin was crying and Whitney really wanted to slap him- but he offered to walk him home. Kevin looked at him in horror and shook his head frantically—Whitney shrugged and let him go, watched him run off.
Oh well, he thought, it’ time for me to hit sack anyway, he thought. Kevin and the store manager forgotten, he headed home.
Later that evening, while Whitney slept, and Clark did his homework and the store manager alone sat at his kitchen table and worried that he’d lost his whole evening, Kevin sat at his desk and tried to explain in a letter to his parents why he was giving up.
Ack. Stay tuned....
Thanks for the memories! Oh come on! you knew someone had to say it! And I don't mind being a cornball--I think we've established that.
And without further ado:
A float and two hamburgers later, Whitney was sitting in Lionel’s fine car, sailing down the open road. The roadside were really beautiful this time of year, flowers in bloom blurred past the window as Lionel opened up the car—to show Whit what it could do.
They pulled up to the house, a cheerful place with yellow shutters and lots of pretty flowers in the beds on either side of it. Whitney smiled, he enjoyed flowers. Their yard man did a good job, he thought.
Lionel stopped and asked him if he would like some ice tea or lemonade. Whitney grinned and asked for a beer. And did Lionel mind if he smoked? —Of course not…
No one was home, no one about and Whitney went with Lionel to a room he called the study where Lionel had a glass of something amber. He pulled the drapes and sat in a big leather chair.
“Sit,” he gestured to Whitney and he sat in a facing chair.
“So--what is this about?” he asked. “Young men aren’t normally interested in the company of old men. Why don’t you explain what’s on your mind?”
“Well,” Whitney drawled and bounced his leg. “I’d like you to stop fucking Lex. He doesn’t like it. Me, on the other hand—I don’t mind and I like your watch a whole lot.”
Lionel was speechless—he stared at Whitney open mouthed and slightly frightened.
“Oh don’t carry on like that, did you think no one would notice? All you have to do is stop and really pay attention. Lucky for you, most folks don’t. But me—it’s what I do.”
Lionel was on his feet, hands in fists, fury and full-blown fear warring on his face. He stepped towards Whitney, expecting him to fold, like Alexander always did.
Whitney shrugged “You don’t really want to hit me do you? See, we can have fun with this—I don’t mind keeping it to myself if you do as I say. Leave Lex alone,” Whitney stood, stretched and was in front of Lionel. “Tell you what…I think I’ll blow you, and then you can show me know how you liked it.” He slid a finger under the watchband, and tugged, grinned at the greedy expression on Lionel’s face. This was going to be a whole lot of fun.
An hour later Whitney strolled out of the house down the porch steps and out to the road. He passed Lex driving home along the way and gave him a cheery wave, the sun glinting off his brand new watch. It only took a tiny push for Lionel to realize how much he wanted to get fucked. Whit had to admit, it had been fun, slapping him around had been almost as much fun. He ignored the little pinch he felt in his gut.
Whit sauntered down the road; hand in his pocket and a cigarette hanging off his lip. He’d never whipped anyone before, not in any kind of way, never had to-- but when he’d grabbed that rod the crazy old bastard handed him, he’d felt a shiver go up his arm and he knew—Lex got hit with that thing. It just seemed right after that, the creep.
He inhaled and blew smoke out hard. So. That was easy enough—no big deal. And a nice watch…Whitney whistled a bit, thinking about that car of Lionel’s. He flipped the cigarette into the dirt on the side of the road, and caught sight of a slight figure ahead of him.
Well, well, what’s this? Kevin –Clark’s little friend. He scowled slightly, thinking of Clark and his ‘friend’ He's all by himself. I’ll have to fix that.
He talked Kevin into an ice cream with him, talking about Clark and school and alternating flattering and flirting with him until Kevin seemed almost stunned by the force of his personality. Whit smirked as the kid behind the counter tried to talk to his girlfriend and keep an eye on Whitney. Judging by the look on the skirt’s face, she wasn’t getting what *she* wanted.
Whit swiveled his stool so it faced Kevin and slid his foot against his, leaned over and cupped his hand around his ear, as if he were going to whisper something, and stuck his tongue in, a little, just a hint. Kevin froze and paled—and Soda Jerk nearly exploded. He stormed off, leaving his girl spluttering like a landed fish.
Whit put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder and coaxed him out of his seat, “Come on,” he said
Kevin blinked as he rose up slowly from his stool, open mouthed, looking a little confused.“Yes, okay—the bill? What about…?
“You’re kidding right?” Whit grinned and almost pulled Kevin outside.
He had him pressed against the wall in the alley behind the drugstore and the Five and Dime, his hand in his fly and pumping him slowly, watching his face turn redder and redder and his breath get sharper and sharper. He was groaning loudly now and Whit felt himself getting hard watching him. He asked, “ Ever done this before?” and when Kevin nodded yes felt a little cheated but what the hey—can’t win every time The crystal watch face glinted with each movement of his hand, and he got absorbed in it, so much so that Kevin coming was almost a surprise.
He pushed him to his knees and told him, “my turn”, and Kevin took his cock in his mouth. Whitney pumped in and out, nearly there when the door to the five and dime opened and some one stood there “Hey—hey! What the hell—you perverts!”
Whit jumped back and cursed, he’d been enjoying that damn it. Kevin looked like he was going to have a heart attack and no way he was going to finish him now. Whit calmly tucked himself back in, and locked eyes with the guy, the manager of the store.
“You got a problem Mr?” he asked mildly, and pushed as hard as he could—the guys forehead wrinkled. He knew he’d seen something very wrong, something he thought was bad but he couldn’t make the words come to his lips, in fact he had no idea what had upset him--. He looked at the kid kneeling on the street.
“What’s wrong with him?” he asked and Whit said, “He tripped”, and lifted Kevin to his feet.
“Come on, let’s go.”
The guy was staring at them so hard, and Kevin was crying and Whitney really wanted to slap him- but he offered to walk him home. Kevin looked at him in horror and shook his head frantically—Whitney shrugged and let him go, watched him run off.
Oh well, he thought, it’ time for me to hit sack anyway, he thought. Kevin and the store manager forgotten, he headed home.
Later that evening, while Whitney slept, and Clark did his homework and the store manager alone sat at his kitchen table and worried that he’d lost his whole evening, Kevin sat at his desk and tried to explain in a letter to his parents why he was giving up.
Ack. Stay tuned....
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