Chapter 5

Glancing up from the TV, Mr. Pierce gave me a

rare smile that lit up his harsh features and made my heart flutter

in my chest. At that small gesture I knew I loved the man. “Mikey’s

in the kitchen. Why don’t you head on up?”

Numbly, I nodded. Each step I took chafed my

cock. I was so sure Mr. Pierce could see the bulge in the front of

my jeans so I turned away from him, walking at an odd angle so he

wouldn’t see how hard I was for him. God.It was going to be

a long night.

* * * *

Sleeping over Mikey’s meant an evening

leafing through pornos, beating the crap out of each other on the

Playstation, and watching horror movies on DVD. Where he got his

stash of nudie mags, I never knew, but there was always one or two

new titles in his collection he wanted to show me when I stopped

by. Playboy, Hustler, Jugs…he had them all. I

feigned interest in them to avoid suspicion, but to be honest I

spent more time reading the short stories in Playboythan

drooling over the models. I had a small magazine pile of my own,

hidden way back under my bed where not even my mother would find

it, dog-eared copies of Freshmanand UnzippedI had

bought off eBay and kept to myself. None of the men between the

pages compared to Mr. Pierce, though. I’d jerk off to the pictures

imagining his face on the models. An older man like him had to be

hung.

From the sounds of the television upstairs, I

knew Mikey was in his bedroom. I knocked on his door and, without

waiting for an answer, pushed my way inside. For one instant I saw

Mikey in all his pale, muscular glory—he lay on his bed, jeans

unzipped, fly spread wide as he tugged on his stiff dick. Usually

seeing Mikey in the buff did nothing for me; I’d known him for so

long, and seen him naked so often when we were changing in locker

rooms or in the bathroom, that he seemed almost nonsexual to me.

But I was still hard myself, aching from my own thoughts in Mr.

Pierce’s garage and spurred on by the thick screw in my pocket, and

the sight of a bare dick—anydick—almost made me come in my

jeans.

“Jesus!” Mikey cried, pulling a blanket over

his lap to hide his erection as I backpedaled into the hallway.

“Can’t you fucking knock?”

I half-closed the door behind me, blushing

furiously. Without success, I tried to keep my hand from my pocket,

where it wanted to fondle my own cock. “I did, asshole! You

knew I was on my way over.”

“I didn’t know you’d just bust up in

here.”

I could hear Mikey pant—I knew he was trying

to get off quickly, and my being just on the other side of the door

must’ve fueled his arousal. I’d heard him jerk off before, in bed

when he thought I was asleep, and he had a funny little noise he

made in the back of his throat just before he was about to come, a

sort of uh uh uhthat always made me snicker. Right this

moment, though, it made me mad. I couldn’t believe he was still

trying to get off with me standing right there. “Mikey!” I

hollered. “God, you’re so disgusting.”

Between pants, he gasped, “You do it too.

Don’t act like a saint. You play with yourself more than I

do…”

Bending down, I ignored the screw digging

painfully into my dick and shucked off one sneaker. Then I flung

open the bedroom door and pitched my shoe across the room, aiming

for Mikey’s bed. Before it struck, I slammed the door shut, but I

heard a satisfying yelp and laughed as the shoe rebounded off the

back of the door. “Fuckwad!” Mikey yelled.

“Cunt licker!” It was the first thing that

came to mind, and sounded so downright nasty that I doubled over in

laughter. I took a deep breath, ready to yell again, something

worse this time, when I glanced up and saw Mr. Pierce at the foot

of the steps.

His dingy T-shirt was untucked in the back

but crammed into the front of his work pants just behind his large

belt buckle. Dark hair salted with gray fell across his brow; when

he ran a hand through it to push it out of his face, the straight

strands stood up as if shocked. His cheeks were unshaven, and I

loved the rasp of skin across the stubble when he rubbed his jaw.

“What are you boys up to?” he wanted to know.

I sank to the floor, unable to stop laughing.