Johnny Seed Ch 03 - bf

But it wasn’t just Howard that wanted his dick, Peter did too, and he

made his move a few days later while they were playing videogames.

“I think you’re really cute,” Peter said.

Johnny almost spit on his drink, a bit did leak from his lips and he

wiped it away with the back of his hand before looking to his friend.

He didn’t know what had come over him.  They had been friends most of

their lives and yet somehow now there was a desperation there in his

eyes.  Johnny knew that desperation.  He had seen it in other men.  He

had seen it in his father’s eyes, but he had never suspected after all

these years that Peter wanted him too.

There had always been this kind of sexless friendship, this respect of

body, that had existed between them.  They had seen each other in

various states of undress and even naked in the shower and locker room

but it wasn’t attraction, at least he didn’t feel there was and yet

his friend looked at him with need.  And yet he felt suspicious.  Was

this some kind of test?  Had Peter seen him with his father or found

out somehow?  Had he left behind any clues?  Did the man tell his son?

None of that seemed likely or possible.

“Why now?” Johnny asked.

“Because it’s over, you know, school is over.  We’re going off to

college and I don’t know, I want to try it, with you.  I don’t want

some stranger, some random fuck.  I want you to be my first.”

“Your first?”

“Yeah, is that okay?”

“How do you know you wouldn’t be my first?”

“Would I be?”

“No,” Johnny replied.  “But why?”

“I see the way other guys look at you.  And to be honest I heard a few

rumors.  I heard you let Chad suck you off.”

“Chad?”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t like this.  I barely knew the guy.”

“That’s what makes this special.”

“But like, don’t go falling for me or anything.  I mean this is just,

you know, between us and just for the summer.  It’s like friends with

benefits.”

“Who says you won’t fall for me?” Peter replied with a smirk.

“Okay, a one time thing-”

“Well, we have all summer technically.”

“Only if you’re good,” Johnny said.

They both broke into laughter.  And they continued to play videogames,

as if that one thing had been expressed and now sat there between

them.  Johnny wasn’t sure if his friend was making a joke.  He wasn’t

sure if his friend was gay, bisexual, or maybe trysexual.  Did he

really want it?  He suspicions dissipated when he felt Peter’s hand on

his bare knee begin to massage his skin then move up slowly through

the hairs of his thigh pushing his basketball shorts up to his crotch.

Peter put his hand inside, groped at his dick through his jock strap.

It was too familiar, Johnny thought and so he paused the game and

decided to shift tactics.

Instead of being groped he’d turn the tables and leaned towards his

friend, slowly and gently he pulled him into a kiss.  Peter was

surprised at first but gave into the feeling as Johnny pressed into

him and pushed him down onto the couch.  He pushed his friend’s shirt

up and grabbed at his nipples, then ran his hands down over his flat,

soft stomach to his hips, ran his fingers between the waist band of

his underwear and his skin until he was ready to pull the front down

and uncover his dick.  Peter pulled away, turned his head for air.

“Wait,” he said.

“What is it?  Do you want to stop?”

“No it’s just, I mean I want to do this but, you know, I’m embarrassed.”

“What are you embarrassed about?  Being gay?  It’s no big deal.”

“No, I... I have a small dick.”

Johnny let out a little laugh then kissed at his neck, stuck his

fingers down inside the crotch of his friend’s underwear and felt the

lump there.  It wasn’t big.  He knew that.  He had seen it before.

But he hadn’t actually measured it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Johnny said.

“No, really, I’d much rather suck your dick or something.”

“Have you ever sucked dick?”

“No, but it would be easier.”

“How would it be easier if you’ve never done it before?”

“I’d feel more comfortable.”

“Because you think you have a small dick?”

Peter nodded.  But Johnny didn’t let it stop him.  He ran his fingers

to his back, hands under him, he seized the back of his shorts and

underwear and pulled them down to his knees, pushed his shirt up and

there it was, Peter’s little dick was hard.  Johnny went for it.

Licked at his nuts, sucked on them, and then eventually stuck his dick

into his mouth.  It was the smallest he had ever dealt with and yet

there was something fun about it, the feeling of taking the whole

thing into his mouth including his balls, the feeling of his whole

manhood inside him.  He reached up to his Peter’s chest and began to

tweak his nipples as he continued to suck.

“That feels so good,” Peter cried out.

“See, don’t you like it, when I suck you.  Do you really think, you’re

prepared, to suck my big dick?”

He said the words between sucking and kisses and licks.  He worked

Peter’s little dick for a long time and just when he was ready to blow

they heard the sound of his father enter the house.  He pulled away

and Peter sat up, pulled his shorts and underwear back up around his

waist and they went back to playing the videogame.  Johnny and Peter

looked back and forth at each other then to the doorway expecting the

man to step in any minute if even just to say hello.  But he didn’t.

Johnny looked to Peter’s crotch and saw his throbbing dick begin to

deflate.

“Hey boys,” Howard said as he passed by.

They listened as the man went to his bedroom.  They heard the opening

of drawers and closets which usually meant that the man was changing

clothes.  Peter paused the game.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know,” Johnny replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ve got blue balls,” Peter replied.

“Well, get over it,” Johnny said.

“Just a little bit more.”

Johnny heard the shower start in the master bathroom that was attached

to the master bedroom.  He looked to his friend, made sure no one was

looking through his windows, then went back at him, pulled his

underwear and shorts down under his balls.  It was still there.  He

sucked at it this time hoping to make it much faster.  Peter felt the

pleasure but also the panic of being discovered by his father and for

just a moment it was the best feeling until the orgasm happened.

Johnny sucked and swallowed until his  dick was empty.  They heard a

door close.

“Oh crap my dad,” Peter said.

He pulled his waistbands up but his erection was still obvious so he

adjusted his dick so that it was held there under the band and pulled

his shirt down over his crotch in an attempt to create shadows so it

wouldn’t be seen.

“How are you boys?” Howard asked as he stepped into the room dressed

in a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Good,” Peter replied.

“Fine sir,” Johnny said.

“What have you boys been up to you both look flushed?”

“Oh uh, just playing videogames,” Peter said with a bit of a crack in his voice.

"And wrestling around a little, you know, just goofing,” Johnny said.

“Well okay, your mom is out.  How about we go for steaks?” Howard

asked as he lazily scratched at himself.  His towel was form fitting

and left little to the imagination wrapped just under his hip bone,

his dick looked plump.

“Dad,” Peter said and motioned with his hand.

“What?”

“Go get dressed or something.”

Howard laughed in response then rolled his eyes and walked away to the

kitchen.  They listened as he poured himself juice then drank it down.

Finally he made his way back into the doorway and looked to both of

them.

“What do you think?”

“I think you should get dressed,” Peter said.

“Stop being such a prude.  It’s just us guys.”

“We’re uh, going to my room.”

Howard sighed and rolled his eyes again.

“Would you tell my son to stop being such a girl?”

Johnny looked to Peter then back to his friend’s dad.  It was a

fifty-fifty thing.  He wasn’t sure who he could live with upsetting

and who would hate him.

“Come on,” Peter said getting to his feet.

Peter walked past his father and down the hallway.  Johnny began to

follow but before he could leave the room Howard dropped his towel and

Johnny saw him completely naked, a muscled, middle-aged body, gray

hair and his limp dick.  He wanted to move to him, grab him, kiss him,

but he thought of his friend down the hallway in his room.  There was

no time for that.

“Would you?” Howard asked.

Johnny squatted down and picked up the towel.  He handed it back to

the man and stood and looked him in the eye at the same time.  The man

had a smirk on his face.  He was teasing him right here in his home,

completely naked while his son was down the hallway waiting.  Johnny

felt guilt in that moment, guilt for letting anything with Howard get

started and guilt for keeping a secret from Peter.  He stepped beside

the man and started to walk past him when he felt a slap to his ass.

“If you wrestle around try not to break anything,” Howard said.

Johnny felt his shoulders tighten.  Did he know?  Did he suspect?  He

shook his head to try and rid himself of the feeling as he walked the

hallway but it wasn’t enough.  He stepped into his friend’s room and

closed the door.

“Are we going to dinner with your dad?”

“Probably, I know he’ll make a big deal if we don’t.  Ever since I

graduated it’s like a constant party to him.  My mom wants him to slow

down.  I want him to slow down.”  Peter pulled off his jersey, dropped

his shorts and underwear, then stepped out of them.  “We won’t have

long and I really want to try and suck your dick.”

Johnny let out a sigh and locked the bedroom door before moving to his

friend.  He placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders and gently

pulled him to his knees.  He stuck his fingers in his hair down there

and tilted his head up to look him in the eye.

“Don’t get greedy, don’t puke, and don’t stop,” Johnny said.

“Okay,” Peter replied.

And with that he pulled at Johnny’s shorts and they fell to his

ankles.  He began to slowly move to his crotch when Johnny pulled him

into it, pressed his face right into his jock covered dick.

“Can we go slower?” Peter asked with his face shoved into Johnny’s crotch.

“Start sucking,” Johnny replied.

Chapter 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-chapter-01-hit-road.html

Chapter 02: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-02-smell.html

Chapter 03: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-03-bf.html

Chapter 04: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/johnny-seed-ch-04-savior.html

Emily's Books (A Mother's Boredom)

Emily looked at the furniture in her living room, one arm crossed over her chest the other held a flute glass half full with orange juice and champagne.  She didn't like the look of the room, and the feel had become too familiar.  She needed to change something.  Too many days had been spent looking at the same colors, the same contents.  This was especially true of the book shelf.  The spines of the books were all where they had been placed nearly two years ago.

She had dusted around them, kept the edge clean.  The only change was where her husband and son now had a full shelf devoted to DVD's.  They had collected them over the last year and now they had begun to stack them.  Her husband argued reasonably that he didn't see the need to rent them when he could buy them just as cheap.

All of the titles, all of their content, was for them, distasteful little things, action sagas where a man overcame all odds to get revenge, movies full of gore and crass jokes.  There were few romantic comedies because she preferred books.

A housewife, a good housewife, needed a long distraction to take her mind off the persistent day.  She could have hours, pockets of time really, when there was nothing for her to do.

The first was after the kids had gone to school.  At first she sat in front of the television like she had known others to do but this was too boring, so she tried exercise.  She ran for an hour, her body became thinner, her husband took notice but she couldn't keep it up every day so it became a once every three days thing.

The second was after lunch which was usually short.  Much of her time went into preparing the salad or whatever she would eat.  Never very fond of comfort food she preferred light lunches like tuna with no mayonnaise, fruits and vegetables in the Spring and the Summer.  It was easy enough to prepare a lunch and eat it when she was alone.

Then there was the time between lunch and when the kids returned from school.  She used to believe that mother's spent this time cooking.  Many do.  But she found an easy method by making dishes that could be thrown together in minutes then baked or set to simmer.  Same thing with the laundry, though when she had to iron it did add time.  She could set the machines, come back and swap loads, everything at her convenience.

The third was after dinner when the kids were doing their homework and hubby was in his office.  She loaded the dishes in the washer, turned on the machine.  Sometimes she didn't unload the machine and the next day she would set the table with everything from the machine.

It was all too easy.  So she read.  Her favorite escape was romance but she took pride in her eclectic purchases and she didn’t keep the romance on the living room shelf.  Those had their own shrine in the bedroom.  No out here she kept her intellectual books, her coffee table books.  Though no one ever asked if they were hers.  Once when hubby's coworkers were over one mentioned to him the variety of books he had read.  He just nodded, never correcting that the books were his wife's.

Admittedly at first she bought the books the store was trying to sell her.  That is until she bought too many books about the Civil War as told by white men.  After that she sought out titles and authors on her own.  She could be inspired by an event in her life or something she read in the newspaper.

One of the last on her block to still get the newspaper, reading it took almost a half hour.  She skipped many parts though, especially about the war.  It's not that she didn't care.  She wanted desperately to care but what had been simple became complex, depressing.  When she saw all the yellow ribbons in her neighborhood, on the backs of cars, she knew it affected her every day.  So she said a prayer for the soldiers, a short prayer.

This usually made her wonder if she should spend more time at the church.  If she could help out in her community.  Then she would stand at her window and look out at the quiet street, during the school year rarely did a occur drive by, and if it was then it would be a housewife off to go shopping.  Sometimes she would be one of them fleeing her home.  She wondered if others saw her pass by and thought the same things.  She didn't care if they did.

But if they did then she might have something in common with someone.  They could have something to discuss.  She had read all the books to discuss issues of race, religion, politics, even sexuality.  When she tried to talk to hubby he would avoid the discussion saying he had gotten all of that out of him in college.  Now he just wanted to work, return home, eat and then sleep.  When he told her this she thought about going back to school, part-time classes at the local community college, but that would really take away time from her family, unlike reading where she could stop when needed.

No, she had her books, forever the same and enduring.  They could fill all of her hours.

She sometimes wondered if she should try to share her books, maybe join a club.  This was the most appealing idea of all.  But then she could see it interfering with her kids or hubby.  For instance she had to attend Justin's swim-meets occasionally.  Though not so much anymore, not after he got over swimming around in a Speedo in front of kids his own age.  In fact she guessed it could be embarrassing these days.  Bad enough that his sister was a Freshman.

And Anne, just entering high school, she was changing.  She didn't like the things she used to, didn't have the same friends, and she started wearing black.  Goth, she had read about this, both sides.  But the strangest thing about her daughter was that she was still a part of the church youth group.  Two boys she palled around with dressed like her.  One boy even wore black lip stick.

She thought about her son again, poor Justin.  She had suspected all his life that he was gay but never wanted to say anything about it.  She didn't know if she could see him wearing lip stick but there was always a connection to him in her thoughts when something like that came up.  She thought back to when he used to skip around the playground.  His first-grade teacher called and told her.  She responded that she was happy he wasn't fighting.

In junior high some boys had beat him up in the locker room.  Her world became exciting then, she had something to do.  Kept him home for two days while his face healed.  They didn't talk much but she did sit with him while he watched movies.

Those movies, the ones that slowly were taking over her book shelf.  Well it was a family book shelf but still.  It had started with just a few.  Then she removed some books, then a few more, and the last time hubby pulled the last books out, stacked them on the dining table.  She could have yelled at them for doing that.  Instead she put the books in the bedroom.

She eyed the shelf.  Movies were fine, a good drama could make you cry and a good romantic comedy could make you laugh and feel optimistic.  None of the movies on the shelf were like that.  She would have to go out and buy her own movies.  Though they could fill her day they didn't have the presence of a book, the weight or engagement.

And it occurred to her what she could do.  She could buy them their own book shelf, a smaller one where they could keep all their DVDs.  She removed the DVDs, stacked them on a nearby chair.  This was her second window of time, before the kids got home.  If she acted quickly she could come back with a nice unit, place all of the DVDs in it and replace her books to their rightful place.  Her hands moved more quickly.

When she was done she made sure the windows and back door were locked, collected her purse and keys, locked the front door and went to her car.  She knew she had to be fast.  But she had to be safe.  Driving and shopping were her favorite parts of her day and not for the reasons some may expect.  Not because driving got her to the store and she could spend hubby's money at the store.  She liked to drive because she could forget about everything else.  She liked to shop because when she held the cash or credit card in her hand she had a sense of entitlement.  Just by her dress, when she walked into a store the employees took notice.

Picking out a bookshelf was not as easy as she thought it would be.  She wanted to match the color then the design.  This took enough time that she decided to order dinner instead of worrying about making anything.  As she stood paying she ordered the food, two large pizzas.

She arrived home before the delivery man.  Justin stood in the kitchen, shirtless.  Another boy sat looking through the DVDs.

"Hey mom," Justin said.  "How come all the DVDs are stacked like that?"

She looked to the boy who didn't look up.

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh this is Mark.  He's on the team with me.  We were going to go out tonight.  He has his parent's car."

She smiled politely.

"Well maybe Mark can help you unload the car."

"Did you get groceries?" he asked.

"No, but I got a bookshelf for those DVDs.  When you bring it in put them on it.  And put it over there by the television."

Justin signaled to Mark who followed him out to the car.

"And I ordered pizza," she said.  But he was outside and she didn't know if he had heard.

Moments later Justin and Mark returned, though it was light they both carried the bookshelf.  They placed it beside the television like she had asked.  A pizza deliver man stood in the doorway a few moments later.  She took money from her purse and paid the man.

"I suppose it would be okay if your friend had a few slices," she said.

"Oh, no thanks.  We were going to get dinner," Mark said.

"Yeah mom, thanks but we have to go," Justin added before he retrieved his shirt from the back of a chair.

They were gone, a gust of wind barely able to fit through the closing of the door.

"Huh," she said to herself.

She eyed the DVDs.

The phone rang and she noticed there was a message on the answering machine. She picked up the phone.

"Hello, Beck residence," she said.

"Hey mom, I'm over Tyler's place.  Don't worry his parents are home.  Anyway they want me to have dinner here.  Is it okay?" Anne asked.

Emily eyed the pizza.

"It's fine honey," she answered.

"Thanks mom,"

Emily hung up the phone, pressed the playback on the answering machine.

"Hey honey, it's me, I got stuck working late tonight.  Hope you didn't go to too much length cooking.  Anyway I will be home before ten.  Love ya," hubby said.

The message ended.  Emily eyed the book shelf.  Then with a sigh of resignation she picked up the pizzas, slid the chair to the shelf, sat on the floor, opened the top box and began to place DVDs.  She thought of her day, her family.  Gone now, but there would come a time when they would need her she just had to wait.