San Francisco
Part 16
When I phoned home, it was my step bro Greg who answered. "Hey, bro! How's it going?" He went on to tell me that he was missing his daily blow job big time, and that I should hurry back before his nads shriveled and fell off.
"So that's all I'm good for? Thanks a fucking bunch. What about Lindy?"
"She needs lessons."
"From me? Yeah, right. So what am I supposed to do? Huh? Let her practice on my dick? Tell ya what, bro, when I get home, you can practice on me, then tell her how to do it properly. Sound cool to you?"
"Fuck off, Daniel! There's no way you're gonna get that ugly thing anywhere near my lips. OK? Forget it."
"You don't know what you're missing, bro. And it's not ugly!"
"Chill. Your mom's just walked into the room, Daniel. Hang."
After I'd spoken to mom for a few minutes, I joined Spencer and Willie at the computer, and noticed a neat pic of the Golden Gate Bridge on the screen.
"A friend took the shot with his digital camera," Spencer explained. "Pretty good, huh? I'm using it for my desktop wallpaper."
"You should use a nudie pic of Willie."
"Why bother? He's here already. Anyway, MM uses the computer sometimes."
"Would MM freak if he saw a nudie pic?"
"He might... 'specially of Willie," he cracked. "Anyway, I'm not about to find out. If there's anything he wants to discuss with me, I'll leave it up to him to introduce the subject."
"But what if he's afraid to?"
"MM's not afraid of anything, including light poles. Hey, he could talk the legs off my Steinway, no problem."
"That's not what I mean. What I mean is, who does he talk to about sex and stuff? You said he doesn't have any friends his own age around here, and he likes to hang with you and Willie. So you guys are like big bros to him... maybe even father figures."
"If there's anything bothering him, which I doubt, he knows he can talk to us about it."
"Does he? Well, I can tell you for sure that there's a whole bunch of stuff that bothers me but there's no way I'd talk to my mom or Andy about it."
"Why not?"
"'Cause they'd fucking freak! That's why not."
"How do you know?"
"I just know," I shrugged. "I live with the guys, OK? I know what they're like."
"How can you know what they're like if they don't know what you're like? Think about it, Daniel."
"Maybe that's the way MM feels about you guys. He never hears you guys cuss or anything, and he never sees nudie pics or whatever, so he probably figures you guys would freak."
"Freak? About what?"
"About whatever he's thinking."
"How do you know what he's thinking?"
"He once asked you if Willie was your boyfriend, right?"
"Yep."
"So what did you tell him?"
"I told him that Willie and I were good friends, but that we both had a lot of other friends as well."
"So he's not really sure if you're gay or not?"
"He's thirteen, Daniel. I don't wanna pressure him into anything. Anyway, you're fogetting something. My dad doesn't cuss or have nudie pics laying around either... and he's certainly not gay... but I was still able to talk to my folks about my sexuality when the time came. I figure if anything's bothering MM, he'll talk to me when he's ready."
"I still think something's bothering him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked you if Willie was your boyfriend. I mean, like boyfriend?"
"Maybe he's just curious. This is San Francisco, after all. Being gay is not such a big deal here. Anyway, if he didn't have a problem asking that question, he shouldn't have a problem asking me other questions. He knows I love him and care for him. All my buds do. We treat him like one of us."
"I hope you're right. He's a really neat kid, and I'd hate to see him screwed up about stuff."
"There are no signs of anything like that right now, Daniel. So don't worry. He's a happy little guy, so I figure we should let sleeping dogs lie."
"Speaking of sleeping..."
"Forget it, Daniel," Willie laughed. "You won't be getting any tonight."
"You still got the digital camera here?"
"Nope."
"Too bad. We could've taken some pics of each other. Maybe you guys can take some pics later, and email them to me when I'm back in Tampa. Hey! I just thought of something. Get your ass off the chair for a sec. I need to send an email."
Spencer and Willie looked over my shoulder while I wrote a note to Kyle asking him if he could send some of my nudies to Spencer's email addy. We were in luck! Kyle happened to be online. Ten minutes later, Spencer downloaded the zip file, together with Kyle's message:__________
hiya Daniel!
so youre in san francisco with a coupla hunks? woohoo! fuck you get around dude. you must have the sorest ass in the northern hem hehehe. the guys sound totally fuckin awesome tho - wish i was there to make a foursome :). hopeya get around to tryin your hand at windsurfin tomorrow - get the guys to take some pics.
gotta beetle - surfs up! talk to ya later
your friend
Kyle 8=====D--------__________
While Spencer was unzipping the file and placing the pics in a newly created Daniel folder, I asked him if I could get another Corona from the fridge. "Sure. Make it three... one each." My plan was to leave them alone for a while so they could gawk at the pics without my being there to make them nervous or whatever.
By the time I'd returned to the comp, and handed the beers around, the guys were looking at the series of pics that Paul had taken of me while I was wearing a g-string. "It gets better," I suggested.
"We know," Willie laughed. "We're checking them out for the second time. Phew! You're one hot dude, Daniel. We're talking sizzle!"
"Hot, hot, hot!" Was all Spencer could say as he clicked through the shots of my load exploding all over the camera lens. "Kyle must jack off every day looking at these."
"He jacks off every day anyway... pics or no pics."
It was way cool to see both Spencer and Willie with skin-splitting boners as they looked at the images of me on the screen. I was in the same room as they were, and naked, but being on the screen seemed to give me some sorta star status. Kinda like being on the tube. A celebrity!
"How many people have seen these pics?" Spencer asked.
"Just a few of my buds, and a few of Kyle's... plus you guys. That's all."
"You'd better made sure they don't get spread around the net. You are one hot model! Where the hell did you learn to pose like that?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "Just came naturally, I guess."
"You're very macho looking... bordering on aggro even."
"I was trying to impress Kyle. He's one helluva dude. Kinda like a hero to me. So I wanted him to think I was totally cool. Y'know? Like something special."
"You succeeded," Willie grinned as he studied one of the pics up close. "Kyle must've been freaking big time when he met you."
"Nah. It was the other way around. He had me all figured out, the smartass. I was the one who was all fucking jittery and nervous when I met him. Kyle's a bit like you, Spencer. He's got one of those damn aura thingies. Freaks me out."
"Everyone's got an aura."
"Including me?"
"Yep. You can almost see it in the pics. Check this one out."
"You can?" I looked at my pic for a while, but I couldn't see any damn aura. Maybe it was something only other people noticed. "OK, so how come my aura doesn't affect you like yours affected me in the restaurant when you showed me how to use chopsticks?"
"How do you know it didn't?"
"It did?"
"I went to your table didn't I? I was attracted to you."
"I don't know if you guys have noticed," an agitated Willie interrupted while pointing to his crotch, "but I've got a roaring hardon here! Can we just forget the aura thing for the time being, and get back to the land of the physical?"
"What have you got in mind?" I grinned.
"Your pics, Daniel. They're totally hot. You're driving me crazy!"
"Can you feel my aura?"
"I'd rather feel your dick right now."
"Jeez, talk about greedy!" I mocked. "You blew me only an hour ago."
"An hour and a half."
"Stand in the center of the room, keep your arms by your side, and close your eyes... and promise not to look!"
"What are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna wait a minute or so, then I'm gonna walk up to you without touching you, and I want you to tell me when you can feel my aura. OK?"
"Then I can blow you?"
"Maybe I'll blow you first."
Once Willie was standing in the center of the room, I motioned Spencer and used sign language to get him to walk in ever decreasing circles around his bud until he was within a foot or so of him. Sure enough, as Spencer drew nearer, Willie began to notice something. He turned his head this way and that, trying to read the presence of whatever it was that was sending some kinda invisible signal.
"I can feel something," Willie said, "but I'm not sure what. It's familiar, though. Is it you, Daniel? No! Wait a minute. I'm not sure yet. Stand in front of me and run your hands around my face without touching me." Spencer did as his bud asked, but it seemed to confuse Willie even more. "There's something there, but it's not Daniel. It's Spencer. Am I right?" Then Willie opened his eyes to see his friend's beaming face just a foot away. "You cheated!"
"How could we have cheated when you guessed correctly?" Spencer laughed as he threw his arms around Willie and hugged him. "That was pretty amazing, buddy. I hadn't realized you knew me so damn well."
Meantime, I was watching those two windsurfing hunks embrace while their crotches rubbed together. The guys were standing side on to me, and I could see the dimple in each of those erotically-curved muscular buns, as well as those two delicious, writhing throbbers just itching to find a warm and wet hole. Woohoo!
I was still gawking at their cocks and balls when they unexpectedly turned toward me. I recognized Willie's voice. "See anything you like, Daniel?"
"Huh? Oh fuck! No, no, no... not two cocks at once again! No way, Jo-fucking-se!"
"You looked like you were enjoying it earlier today."
"Yeah, right. Like some clown face fulla tennis balls at a county fair. Hey, guys, it was a really neat experiment, honest. I mean, it was cool. OK? But been there, done that. So let's move on."
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