San Francisco
Part 22

Both bottles of Corona had been opened, and a slice of lime inserted in each neck, as Willie placed the beers on the table. "Spencer could have pressed charges, but he didn't. I wasn't sure why at the time, but I found out later that he didn't 'cause of all the shit I was going through. He figured criminal assault charges were the last thing I needed on top of everything else. I was pretty messed up."

"It's hard to believe... I mean looking at you now."

"You can thank Spencer for that... and his dad."

"His folks helped?"

"Spencer's folks left the decision whether or not to press charges up to him. He told me it was the most important decision he'd made up to that point in his life... and maybe the most important decision ever. Anyway, I'd had plenty of time to think about what I'd done, and the fact that Spencer wasn't mad at me. Well, there were no charges, so I figured he wasn't that mad. So, after a while, I wrote a letter to Spencer asking him to visit me when I was in a half-way house. Two months after I'd written the letter, I'd be allowed visitors. I figured two months would give him a chance to think about visiting me... but I wasn't hopeful."

"Jesus."

"According to Spencer, he talked it over with his dad, who said that Spencer had two choices: He could maybe make a friend, or have an enemy for the rest of his life. Anyway, Spencer decided to come visit me. And by that time, I found out later, he and Marc had become ex-virgins. It happened right under this roof... right here at his grandparent's house, which is now his. They were 15 at the time... I was 16. Once those guys had had sex together, they had to admit that they were maybe a little bit gay." Willie paused a moment to laugh, then continued. "A little bit? Jeez, Spencer and Marc were into it every chance they got... so Spencer tells me. He said he thought he and Marc would grow out of it... but they never did."

"So what was it like when he visited you in the half-way house? Were you nervous?"

"Petrified. I was actually wishing I'd never invited him in the first place. What was I supposed to say? Sorry? Sorry that I'd almost killed him? How do you tell a guy that? Anyway, he arrived and both of us were kinda lost for words. But I somehow got the courage to tell him that I'd been doing heroin and speed for two days before I beat him up."

"Fucking hell!"

"My folks had only been to visit me twice... and they kept avoiding the group counseling sessions. Basically, my folks had deserted me. So now you know why I live in a hotel room."

"But you're here now... and you're Spencer's bud. He trusts you to look after the place. And you're friends with MM and his mom."

"I asked Spencer if he'd come to the counseling sessions since my folks had given up on me. That kinda freaked him out 'cause he was only 15. He was an innocent who knew nothing about anything. He'd never done drugs... and still doesn't... not even tobacco. So anyway Spencer agreed to come to the counseling sessions... two nights a week for three months. He used to commute by bus. Hey, Daniel, picture it. Me at 16 and him at 15. He was the only family I had... and I'd tried to kill the guy in a rage. Can you believe it?"

Willie took a swig of beer, thought for a few moments, then continued. "Those counseling sessions were heavy shit, Daniel. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was sacred. The whole of my life came out... shoplifting, heavy duty drugs, dealing, and... yeah... that I was gay. That was the hardest thing for me to admit. That and the fact that I hated Marc 'cause I was jealous of him and Spencer."

"So Spencer just sat there listening to all this?"

"No way. He got mad and called me a punk shithead, and said that he'd probably never forgive me for beating him up. That hurt, man. That fucking hurt. And to make it worse, the group sometimes sided with Spencer's grief. At the time, Spencer looked down on me. I guess he was getting his revenge. We don't talk about it much nowadays, but when we do, it brings a lotta tears. Back in a sec, buddy. I gotta go get some tissues."

While I waited for Willie to return, I tried to make sense of what I was hearing. In some ways, it reminded me of what had happened when Mark and Kyle met. They were enemies... not to the extent that Spencer and Willie had been... but they got into fisties. Then Kyle visited Mark in hospital after Mark had been trashed by a bunch of thugs, and his act of kindness made a huge impression on Mark, to the point where they eventually became the closest of buds.

"You sure you wanna hear all this?" Willie asked after he'd blown his nose one more time, then sat down opposite me.

"Yeah, I do."

"Spencer told me that he was always a wreck after the counseling sessions, but that he'd gotten a lot outa them, too... a chance to vent his feelings and say what was on his mind. It turned out to be good therapy... letting it out instead of bottling it up inside. At the time, though, it was damn heavy shit, 'specially for a young teen."

"What about Spencer's folks?"

"That was a big surpise. Whoa! I couldn't believe it when they started visiting me. And Marc. He visited, too. A number of times. So it was like I'd lost one family and gained another. And that's how it is today. Anyway, by the time I'd been out for a year, I decided to go back to school, which meant that I was in the same grade as Spencer and Marc. I'd become a totally changed person... at least, that's what Spencer tells me. And that's why I'm 20 and he's 19. Spencer and I didn't have sex 'til Marc left for Israel, but the three of us had become very close. Certainly a lot closer than I was to my folks. Spencer's folks and Marc's folks kinda took up the slack there, and it was pretty easy for me to gravitate toward them. They gave me the love and care that had been missing from my life."

"Jeez... it makes me think how much I take for fucking granted. My life's like a fucking piece of cake by comparison."

"It's not over yet," he smiled. "Anyway, not only did my folks fail to support me in recovery, they kinda threw me out after graduation from high school, and broke off contact. That's when I really needed them the most. My sis keeps in touch, though."

"I don't understand it. Why would your folks... why would... I mean, you were... are their son! I don't get it."

"Takes all kinds, I guess. I figure they think that I let them down... that I didn't live up to their expectations. No parents want their kid to end up in jail."

"Even so, no one's fucking perfect. Is that what they expected? The perfect son? So what are they supposed to do? Ask for a fucking refund? Jeez, that makes my fucking blood boil."

"You cuss a lot."

"I'm surprised you don't after what you've been through."

"I'm not complaining. It could've been a lot worse. I've got Spencer... well, kinda... and his friends are my friends... and I feel like his folks are my folks."

"Do your folks send you birthday cards and Christmas cards... stuff like that?"

"No... but I send cards to them. My dad's a big time lawyer. I guess he's disappointed in me... having a son who's an ex-con... well, ex-juvenile con, anyway. And my mom's best friend is the bottle. The cool thing about Spencer is that I can love him and be loved back. It's not a full-time relationship, but it beats the hell outa anything I've ever had before."

"I don't know what to say... 'cept I'm glad you're off the drugs."

"They were a crutch. Now my crutch is Spencer. I try not to lean on him too much 'cause I like my independence, and I know he likes his. But he's very supportive. If it hadn't been for him... well... y'know."

"Can I suck your dick?"

Willie almost choked on his Corona, and had major difficulty swallowing before he finally answered me. "What?" He studied my eyes for a few seconds, then added, "Oh... OK... I get it. You feel sorry for me, right?"

"I'd like to do something for you. Anyway, you've got a rad dick."

"Don't feel sorry for me, Daniel. I don't need pity. I earn what I get. OK?"

"OK, so earn a blow job."

"Seems kinda sacrilegious with Spencer being in church and everything."

"He's only there for the organ and the tiffany or whatever the damn thing's called. Besides, I'm kinda interested in your organ."

"You serious?"

"Yeah, but like you said, you've gotta earn it."

"How?"

"Hmmm. Well, you work out, right?... so tease me. Show off your muscles 'til I can't stand it anymore."

"But you said you wanted to gimme a BJ anyway."

"Forget about that. I've changed my mind. I don't want your ugly dick anywhere near my face."

"Oh? You sure about that, Daniel?" he grinned, then stood, peeled his t off his killer chest, and dropped his shorts.

"Positive," I lied as I eyeballed every rippling inch of his awesome bod, and the huge bulge in his boxers.

Willie moved around to my side of the table, and began to flex his muscles. "Sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"How sure is pretty sure?" he asked as his lats stood out from the sides of his chest like steel rods running from beneath his pits all the way to his narrow waist... and his biceps turned into pumped footballs as he bent his arms.

"Kinda sure. Uh... sorta... kinda sure-ish, I guess."

"You're changing your mind?"

"Nope."

"What if I take off my boxers?"

"Big deal," I shrugged. "Seen one, seen 'em all." Yeah, right. I was hanging big time to get an eyeful of his monster... but it was kinda exciting to play this crazy game.

Willie slid his boxers down his waist 'til his curly pubes spilled over the top of the waistband, then he hesitated before revealing all. "More?"

"More what?"

"Just imagine it, Daniel... there's a big, swollen knob in my boxers, and its leaking juice already. Can you taste it? Can you feel your lips sliding over the ridge and having all that hot, pulsating meat in your mouth?"

"Been there, done that."

"You wanna do it again?" he grinned as he lowered his boxers a little more, and revealed about a third of his thick, hard shaft. Actually, I could see the outline of his knob pressed against the cotton, and a growing wet patch that was obviously the result of his pre-cum. Aaaagggghhhhh!!!!

"Do what again?" I answered. But it was impossible to move my eyes away from where they were fixed... right on the three inches of exposed shaft that led ultimately to the remaining four inches still hidden behind the cotton. Fucking hell! I could almost smell and taste it! And it was driving me fucking insane!

"Have I earned a blow job?"

"Close."

"How close?" he said as his boxers slid down a little further, leaving only his knob hidden.

"Pretty close."

"You wanna smell it?" And with that, he shoved his aromatic crotch in my face. In an instant, I was drinking in his delicious scent. Whoa! But I figured I'd play hard to get for a little bit longer.

"Not bad... but I've kinda lost interest."

"Me, too," he said as he pulled up his boxers. "Maybe later, huh?"

"Hang! Wait a sec! Dammit! I was only..."

"Forget it, Daniel. I can tell you're not really interested."

"But....!!!"

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