Chapter 2
IT WAS THE FOLLOWING WEEKEND THAT she went on a trip with Mr. LeBlanc, leaving Abbie to keep me company, or so she said, but the trouble was when I phoned Abbie no one answered. I was somewhat put out by having Mother go away with Mr. LeBlanc for the weekend, even though I'd wanted her to meet him in the first place. I'd thought it a good thing for her to have a "male friend" other than myself, but I hadn't expected her to be so taken up with him immediately. I wondered about this as I hung up the phone. Could I be jealous of Mr. LeBlanc?
"Wonder where Abbie is." I murmured aloud. "She didn't tell me she was going out." I had seen her only that afternoon.
I left the house and got into my mother's car. She'd left it parked in the driveway-and drove to Abbie's. It was getting dark and there were no lights on in the place, but I went to the door and rang the doorbell, hoping she would be in. Apparently, she wasn't, as no one answered the doorbell. I returned to the car, swearing mildly, and climbed in. I drove downtown and parked near a bar that I knew sometimes sold liquor to underage people. I entered the place, walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. I held my breath, waiting to see if the bartender would serve me or refuse. He just grunted, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and drew a beer. I paid him and sat sipping the suds and looking about the place. Everyone in the place was much older than I, and I found this boring, so I finished the beer and left. I walked to the car and was about to climb in when I saw Abbie riding by in another car. I almost yelled at her, but then I saw she was with someone else.
"So that's how it is," I muttered. "Wonderful. I love you, too, Abbie." I was angry and hurt by her action as I'd thought of Abbie as being my girl. I was tempted to re-enter the bar and have a few more drinks, but this seemed to be the wrong tack to take. If I became drunk because of her unfaithfulness, it meant I was upset, and I was determined not to allow Abbie or anyone else to do that to me.
"That's kid stuff," I muttered, and climbed behind the wheel of the car. I started the motor and drove off, heading for home.
When I entered the driveway, I immediately saw the other car parked near the garage. I shut off the motor, jumped out and walked to the porch. Abbie was standing there with the other fellow. I quickly glanced at him and noticed his effeminate appearance. There was something about the way he stood, his weight resting for the most part on one foot, his knee bent. I turned to Abbie and smiled tightly.
"Hello," I said coolly. "Looking for me?"
Abbie hastily took my hand and drew me up onto the porch. "Robert, this is my cousin Alfie." She looked me straight in the eye. "He doesn't mind my telling you this. Alfie is gay. He said he'd like to meet you. He's visiting us this weekend."
I blinked. What did she mean by "us"?
"I mean, he's visiting my father and me, Robert."
"Your father and my mother are...."
"Yes, I know," she broke in quickly. "So Alfie is staying at our house." She smiled. "You don't have to worry. He is really a homosexual."
I turned to Alfie, wondering how he was taking all of this, but he wasn't a bit perturbed by Abbie's frank remarks. At least, he didn't appear to be. "Hello, Alfie. Glad to meet you."
"Hello," he said, flashing me a wide smile. "I swear, you are just as handsome as Abbie said you were. I'm delighted to meet you, Robert." He gave his blond head a toss and then cocked it at an angle, as though appraising me.
"Thanks," I said drily.
"Alfie and I came over because we knew your mother wasn't here, of course," Abbie told me. "Let's all three of us get drunk."
I was all in favor of getting drunk with Abbie, but I didn't think much of having this fag around while we were doing it. I forced myself to smile and invited them in. Unlocking the door, I held it open, and they entered. I got a bottle of my mother's whiskey and poured three drinks. I handed one to Abbie and another to Alfie. When I did this, he managed to touch my hand and cling to it for a brief instant. He surprised me with this move.
"I hope you don't mind my saying this, Robert," he said softly, "and you, Abbie ... I don't want to offend anyone ... but merely looking at Robert...."-he appeared to be talking to Abbie alone at this juncture-" ... merely looking at Robert," he repeated, "gives me a tremendous hard-on."
Abbie laughed, but I felt strangely uncomfortable for a moment. The feeling passed, and I relaxed and smiled, too. I glanced at Abbie.
"Robert understands, don't you, Robert?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "Hot pants is ... hot pants, I suppose."
Alfie laughed now. "What a perfect way of saying it, Robert." He cleared his throat. "Would you care to see my ... condition?" He laughed again, but this time it came out in a nervous manner.
"By all means, Alfie," Abbie said, excitement in her blue eyes. "Show us your whang."
"Do you mind, Robert?" Alfie asked, leaning forward and nearly spilling his drink on the carpeting.
"Better put your drink down first," I said.
Alfie set the glass down and unzipped his pants, removing his long, hardened tube. He grinned at me and then at Abbie. "Isn't it a pretty one?" he asked.
"Lovely," Abbie cried, and clapped her hands. "Nice," I said coolly.
"I'd like you to touch it, Robert, if you have no objections."
This Alfie had his nerve, I felt. I simply shook my head. "Not my bag," I murmured.
"Oh, come on, Robert," Abbie cried. "Don't be a prude."
This was an unusual term, to say the least, for her to apply to me but I said nothing about it.
"Please, dear boy, touch my doobe," Alfie begged. "I promise not to go off in your hand."
I shrugged, and walked over to him and grabbed his cock in my hand. It was warm and hard and seemed to quiver when I touched it. I withdrew my hand after a few moments.
"Oh, thank you, Robert," he exclaimed. "You have no idea of how that pleases me."
"What did you call it, Alfie?" Abbie wanted to know.
"My doobe. Just a word I invented."
"I see it ... we've seen it," I said calmly. "Put it back in your pants, will you?"
Abbie snickered. "Does it bother you, Robert?"
"No," I replied shortly. "Not especially."
Abbie did an odd thing then. She was sitting beside Alfie, and suddenly she bent over and took his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue over the head of it. I was startled, but again I relaxed and watched her. Much to my further surprise, I saw Alfie gently push her away from it, and glance anxiously at me.
"Really now, Abbie," he said with what I took to be mock severity. "This isn't for girls. I prefer boys ... like Robert. Would you ... care to do the same, Robert?"
I forced myself to smile. "No Thanks."
He sighed and replaced his cock in his pants.
"Dear," he said, murmuring it. "I do have a hard time getting what I want."
"Don't we all," I replied.
"You tasted different from Robert, Alfie," Abbie exclaimed. "Does being gay make you taste different?"
"I really don't know," he sighed. "Very possibly."
"I'd love to see something very unusual tonight," Abbie said, her eyes alight with passion. "Can't one of us think up something different to do?"
Alfie changed the subject immediately. "Robert," he said, leaning forward again and staring at me intently. "Abbie tells me you're caught up in mother-love. Do you like it, if I may ask?"
"Sure," I said.
"My father is dead, too, Robert," he said. "And my mother has tried many times to seduce me, but, of course, I simply tell her it's unthinkable ... for me, that is."
"I should imagine so," I said carefully.
He laughed. "Come now, Robert, you can speak forthrightly with me. Tell him he can, Abbie."
"Oh, he knows he can, Alfie. It takes Robert a while to get acquainted with people sometimes, doesn't it, Robert?"
"Yes," I replied. "Why don't you two drink up and have another?"
They followed my suggestion, and a moment later Alfie turned his attention back to me. "I hope you don't mind my asking you such personal questions, but Abbie, as I said, has told me about how you are with your mother. Tell me, does she demand that you screw her every day, Robert?"
I smiled. "Pretty much. Sometimes two and three times a day."
"And do you always crawl right on and give her the old prong?"
"Sure. She's my mother. She knows what she wants of me."
He smiled and took another sip of his drink. "I think that is wonderfully generous of you, Robert. May I ask you something else?"
I shrugged. "Go ahead."
"Does your mother ever suck you off, Robert?"
My ears burned slightly, but I didn't allow him to upset me too much. "Yes, of course. She likes to suck me off. She says it satisfies a certain hunger in her."
He laughed again. "I definitely know what she means. I, too, have that hunger. I have it right now, as a matter-of-fact."
Abbie surprised me. "Alfie is a very nice fellow, Robert. Why don't you let him suck your cock? I wouldn't mind. Besides, I've never seen a homosexual suck off a boy. I think it'd be interesting."
I picked up my glass and swallowed a bit of the whiskey. "You're a strange girl sometimes, Abbie."
She giggled. "You can say that again. I guess all three of us are pretty strange when you come right down to it."
I had to admit she had a point there. "Maybe later," I said, hoping this would be enough to change the subject for the moment. I turned back to my drink, hoping neither of them would notice my burning ears. I wondered if they were as red as they were warm. To cover up my momentary attack of self-consciousness, I got to my feet and walked over to the liquor cabinet and picked up the bottle. I refilled their glasses, as well as my own, and by this time my ears had grown less warm, so I sat down across from them again. I saw that Abbie had pulled her skirt high around her hips, and her hand was down inside of her panties.
"Something bothering you, Abbie?" I asked, smiling.
She sighed. "All this sex talk has gotten me hot, Robert. You two keep on talking while I rub off my button."
"I'll be happy to take you upstairs, Abbie," I bluntly told her.
"That wouldn't be polite, Robert. Poor Alfie would just about die down here all by himself."
"I should be happy to go upstairs with you two," Alfie responded quickly, half-rising to his feet. "Perhaps while Robert is screwing you, I could in turn...." He turned from Abbie to me questioningly.
Abbie seemed delighted with this suggestion. "What do you say, Robert? Are you game?"
"What did you have in mind, Alfie?"
He giggled slightly. "I should be most grateful to you, Robert, if you would allow me to cornhole you while you screw Abbie. That's all."
I studied both of them briefly, then put my drink down. "Come on, you two," I said. "Hurry, before I change my mind."
Abbie lay naked on my bed, and I, also naked, lowered my body to hers. My cock was intensely hard, and, as I rammed it into her cunt, I saw that Alfie was undressing hurriedly. I knew what to expect from him, of course, but I wasn't at all certain I'd enjoy it. He threw himself on top of my buttocks, and I felt his stiffened dong poking at my asshole. Abbie kissed my mouth wetly at that precise moment, or I might have protested-albeit mildly-but, as it was, I made no move to get him off, but rather allowed him to shove his tube into me. He appeared to be experienced at this sort of thing, for each time I thrust into Abbie's cunt he would pull his tube out slightly, and when I pulled mine out of her, he would sink his deeply into me.
This went on for a long time, and, surprisingly enough, I found it didn't hurt me but that I actually enjoyed it. There must have been something about his stiff tube rubbing against my prostate gland, for each time it did, a shudder of delight would pass through me, causing me to squirt continuously into Abbie's cunt.
"Oh ... Robert," Abbie moaned. "This is ... so exciting, darling." Then to Alfie she said, "How is it up there, Alfie?"
"Delightful," he cried. "I swear this boy of yours has the most beautiful ass in the state."
He recklessly plunged into me, and it felt so wild that I couldn't continue. I blew my wad into Abbie with such force that she screamed and tried to wiggle her butt to get as much of the milky fluid as possible, but the combined weight of our two bodies on top of her own slender one prevented her from moving about. Apparently, Alfie realized I was blowing, so he lunged at me rapidly now and a moment later I felt his hot sap squirting into me, and this in turn achieved the desired effect as far as Abbie was concerned, for I kept on delivering into her cunt until it must have filled her to capacity.
We were back downstairs now, and the three of us were still trying to regain our breath. I noticed that Alfie had a rather strained look on his face, and I asked him about it.
He smiled slightly. "I'm very frustrated," he said. "I'm so used to receiving at the same time that I ... well, I swear, I'm going to have to leave you two alone and go out and look for a pickup. I want to swallow, if you understand me."
Abbie placed her hand on his arm. "We understand, Alfie. You take your car and go out and have fun. I'll stay here with Robert. When you're through, come back, if you want to. You know where I live. If you want to go there directly afterward, you'll find the rear door open."
He got to his feet and smiled at both of us. "I must say, you two are splendid sports about it."
"Not at all," I murmured. "It was my ... our pleasure."
"Good-bye then." He looked into my eyes. "If I'm not successful, would you allow me to suck it from you later?"
I glanced at Abbie. She nodded. I turned back to Alfie. "I'll think about it," I told him.
"Thank you," he said. "See you two later then." He left, and Abbie and I were finally alone.
It was then that I received the surprise of my life. Once he was out of the place, Abbie glared at me, her eyes angry. "Damn you," she cried. "Why did you let a queer stick you? What's wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?"
I stared at her incredulously. "It was your idea, Abbie. What's come over you?"
She picked up her glass and gulped the whiskey in it, choking a little. "I was just being nice to my cousin, but you didn't have to go along with it. You should have told him to go and take a flying leap!"
I suddenly became cold-all over. "Who gave you the right to inform me as to what I should or shouldn't do?"
Her lower lip stuck out, her head shot back. "Are you going to argue with me, Robert?"
"If you want it that way, yes."
She stamped her foot. "You're my man. I don't want you going down with a fag."
I walked to where my glass was on the table, picked it up, saw it was empty and refilled it. I drank a portion of the contents, then set the glass down. "Abbie," I said, "go home, please."
"W-What?"
I took a deep breath. "I said go home, please."
"Well, I never...."
I pointed at the door. "There it is. Take off."
Just then it burst open and Alfie stood there. "I'm sorry," he said. "Your car is blocking my way, Robert. Would you move it, please."
"He'll move it," Abbie said sullenly, "because I'm going with you."
I shrugged and went outside and backed my car out into the street. A moment later they left in his car, and only he waved at me as they drove away. I tried to figure out what had come over Abbie but finally gave up on it. I had never seen her act this way before. I went back inside the house, had one more drink, and began to wonder what I was going to do with myself for the weekend. Fortunately, I had plenty of money-my mother always saw to it that I did (as long as I was a "good boy" to her, that is). I decided to drive somewhere, perhaps to another city, and look for excitement. I was damned if I was going to attempt to settle things with Abbie. I though!, she'd acted badly.
I changed my clothes and walked back to the car and climbed in. Some twenty minutes later I was in the country, driving along a road that had only a small amount of traffic. I had no specific plans as yet but was content to drive and see where the road took me. I had never been on this particular road before. It was getting rather dark now, so I turned on the car lights and continued to drive at a slow rate of speed for several miles. I saw a crossroad and, acting on impulse, turned to the left. This road appeared to be even less used than the one I had been on, and for a moment I wondered if I shouldn't turn around and go back, but I didn't.
I must have driven for six or seven miles before seeing the fork in the road. Both prongs of the fork were paved, so I kept to the right and continued on for about a mile.
The road came to an abrupt end then, and I saw a high wall with a closed gate in front of me. I drove closer to it and could just barely make out the lettering of a sign at one side of the gate.
SEXUALIS, INC. tread.
I sat there, looking at the sign, at the gate, the wall. Absently I took out my cigarettes and lighted one.
"Sexualis, incorporated," I murmured. "What the hell does that mean?"
I got out of the car and walked up to the gate and peered through it. There were lights off to one side, a lot of lights.
"Wonder what's going on here," I muttered. "Some kind of a nudist camp, maybe."
I didn't have a chance to say anything more, for a hard object descended on my skull at that precise moment, and I vaguely saw the ground rise and smack me hard in the face.
At least I thought it was the ground. I wasn't sure. I passed out.