CARHOPS - 7. Chapter 7

CARHOPS - Chapter 7.

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I woke up before Henry. We had a busy night and he had done most of the work. I disentangled myself from the old quilt which covered us. I sat up and looked around. It was still early, and while there was a pale light, the sun had not yet come up over the horizon. It was very quiet. The only sound was the twittering of birds and the soft swoosh of wind in the trees. I looked down at Henry.

Only two months before I had never known anyone remotely like him. Whites and coloreds didn't mix in my little town. Except for a few red-necked knuckleheads, there was not a great deal of animosity between the two groups - we just lived separate lives. When I took the carhop job at Sparky's, that all changed for me. Henry became a real person to me. He was kind, gentle and funny. He was strong, handsome and smart. He had become the best friend I had ever had. We had become not only friends, but lovers. My little world had changed forever.

And not only mine. Henry's father was a good man, a pastor and a positive influence for tolerance between the races. He was not a lightening rod for equal rights, but quietly did what he could from the place in which he found himself. His inclination was to plant the seeds for understanding between individuals and hope that they would take root and grow. For that purpose, he had brought me and my mother to visit his church and celebrate our birthdays over dinner in his home. As a result, the world of my mother had changed as well.

I walked over to some bushes and relieved my bladder, looked around and tested the cord which tethered our trot line to a tree. When I pulled on it, it vibrated in my hand. Something big was out there. I sat down next to Henry and looked at his peaceful face.

Reluctantly, I shook his shoulder and watched his eyes open. “You ready to check the line?”

Henry turned over on his back and stretched, then smiled back at me. “Hi. I was having a nice dream about a nice blond headed boy. He looked a lot like you.”

I stretched out beside him and insinuated myself into this arms. A quick inspection revealed that he had a massive erection. “It must have been a nice dream. Are you ready to play again?”

“Mostly, I'm ready to pee,” he said, and stood up, letting the quilt fall to the ground and looking impressive. He walked over to the bush we had designated as our latrine and hosed it thoroughly. When he came back, he had almost returned to normal. “Now I'm ready to check the line.”

We pulled on our shorts and shoes and waded out into the river. Henry went ahead of me to check each of the hooks and I followed with the burlap bag. Of the twenty drop lines, twelve contained a struggling catfish. Anything under two pounds he turned loose. Those we stuffed into the bag, were all much larger, several in excess of ten pounds. It was quite a haul. Henry wound up the trot line as we splashed our way back to the bank.

“How are we going to get these home?” I asked, hefting the gunny sack.

Henry shook his head, “I still have that old pillowcase. We'll keep the biggest ones, and what we can't carry between us, we'll let go.”

We laid the bag down next to our little camp site and busied ourselves with breakfast. The menu was simple but filling. We fixed a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches apiece, ate a few apples, split the Oreos, and emptied the last jar of water.

Henry belched, then lay back down again. “Did you enjoy your first camp out?” he asked.

I sat down cross-legged next to him. “Oh yeah, this was really fun,” I said. “We caught a ton of fish, and last night was great. This was the first time we've been able to sleep together. That was the best part.”

“It was for me too,” Henry nodded. “Being with you feels so natural. I still feel kind of guilty about it though. I keep thinking about what my father would think if he knew about us.”

“I guess Mom wouldn't be crazy about that either,” I admitted. “I've never done sex stuff before with anybody, but I wasn't thinking about that as much as us just being together. It was so nice to be close to you, to hold onto you and sleep all snuggled up. That was what was so great.”

Henry smiled. “Maybe you're right. Maybe the sex part isn't what's most important. Maybe it's just being together. I've never done that before either.”

The way he said that made me curious. “Have you ever done sex stuff with anybody before?”

Henry was quiet. “Well, it wasn't the same as with you.”

“What did you do?” I asked, then added quickly, “I'm sorry. I guess that's none of my business.”

Henry shrugged, then said quietly, “You don't have brothers. Two brothers who both sleep in the same bedroom with you.”

Now I was really curious. “No, I don't. What's that like?”

Henry looked over at me. “Well, everybody jerks off, right? I mean, guys will tell you that they never jerk off, but they probably do. When you live in a little house with six people and only one bathroom, about the only safe place to do it is in your bedroom.”

I began to see where this was going. “How does that work?” I asked.

“You'll think we're perverts. It's not like that, but when your brother is making his bed shake, you know he's doing something in there.”

I grinned. “Did you catch your big brother jerking?”

“This is kind of embarrassing,” he said.

“Come on. This sounds really interesting. I won't tell,” I laughed.

Henry relaxed a little. “I guess it's not like we have any big secrets from each other. I always wondered what they were doing, and when I was about ten, I woke up and William and George were sitting on the bed and they were doing it together. They were both jerking off, then they would do it to each other, like, stroking each other, you know?”

“Really? What did you do?”

“I was pretty stupid about that kind of thing. I sat up and asked them what they were doing. They were a little pissed, and told me I was too young to understand.”

“Then what?”

Henry chuckled, “I guess I figured it must be something interesting, so I got out of bed and went over to them to see what they were doing. They sort of covered themselves with their hands, but it was obvious that their dicks were real big. I had discovered that sometimes mine got bigger and it felt good when I squeezed it, but I didn't really understand how that worked. I was curious about it and asked them again what they were doing.”

“What did they say?”

“First they made me promise I wouldn't ever tell our parents. Then they explained about jerking off - that when you rubbed your dick it felt good, and after awhile some white stuff would come out and that felt really good.”

“What did you do then?” I giggled.

“I sat my little butt down and started rubbing on my dick, just like they said,” Henry laughed. “They thought that was funny, and showed me how to do it better, how to hold it and like that. I guess I was always a horny little kid.”

“Could you do it?”

“Not really. They showed me how they did it, and after awhile they spurted out some white goo,” Henry admitted. “I tried to do it, and mine got kind of stiff. Sure enough it felt good, but nothing came out. Of course I kept working at it and after I got older, I managed to spurt. I didn't feel bad about it. After all, if my brothers did it, it must be OK.”

“That's kind of hot. It must have been nice to have big brothers,” I said.

“I guess it was. Anyway, after that, they didn't figure they had to be sneaky about it, and would jerk off with me in the room.”

“That must have been educational.”

“When they were doing that, they often had some girly pictures that they found very interesting. Mostly Playboy magazines that they kept hidden from our parents. I was sworn to secrecy about them.”

“Did they let you look at them?”

“I did, but what turned me on was my brother's big cocks,” Henry admitted. “That was more interesting than the pictures of naked women. Maybe that should have been an early clue that I wasn't like my brothers.”

“Are your brothers gay?” I asked.

“No. They're much more interested in girls,” he assured me. “I think they were just horny and messing around with each other.”

“Man! I wish I had older brothers,” I gushed.

“I shouldn't tell you stuff like this. My brothers are really good guys. Please don't get the wrong idea about them.” Henry looked distressed. “When you're a preacher's kid, you can't trust anybody to keep it a secret if you mess around, so I guess they did it with each other. They trusted me to keep my mouth shut. It would hurt my parents if they knew about this stuff. I hope you understand that.”

“I shouldn't have asked you,” I said. “Honestly, Henry, you can trust me with anything. I promise that I know how to keep my mouth shut.”

Henry smiled. “We both have secrets we share. I think I can trust you.”

“Um, so what do you want to do now?” I asked, thinking about his brothers.

“Have you forgotten that we have to go to work at two?” Henry reminded me. “And we have to get these fish back and do something with them?”

“Oh, right. I guess we better get moving.”

We rolled up the blankets and Henry stashed his fishing gear. He sorted out the catfish, dividing them into the burlap bag and the old pillowcase. What didn't fit was released back into the lake. We policed the area for any trash we might have left around, strapped the two bags of fish to our bikes and were ready to go.

We rode straight to Henry's house and quickly cleaned our catch. By the time we were through, I had managed to do a respectable job with the task, although Henry went twice as fast. Eunice gave us a large dishpan which we carried into her kitchen filled to the brim with pink fish for her to fillet and freeze.

“You boys did yourselves proud,” she said. “We'll have to get you over here for a real fish fry.”

“We'll look forward to that,” I told her. “My mother sure did enjoy that fine dinner last Sunday.”

“We enjoyed having you. Now you better get cleaned up so you won't be late for work.”

Henry motioned for me to follow him into their bathroom. “We should take a quick bath,” he said. “We both smell like fish.”

The bathroom was small, with a sink, stool and an old footed tub. On one side was an open shelf with toiletries on top and towels and washcloths below. Henry turned on the water to let the tub fill, then gave me a wink and shucked his clothes. I followed suit and we were standing face to face as naked as the day we were born.

I looked carefully at him while the tub filled. It dawned on me that he was taller than at the first of the summer. Not only that, but his chest was deeper and his arms were fuller. It seemed that his penis was a bit longer and the bush of pubic hair above it was thicker. Henry was in the midst of a growth spurt.

When we started working at Sparky's he was taller than me, but now I could see that he must have grown two inches since them. What I also realized was that I was the same as before. Henry was soon to be a big strong guy. Maybe I would catch up later, but I doubted it.

Henry turned off the water and motioned for me to step into the tub. “Company first,” he grinned.

I sat down in the warm water and wondered if there were room for two, but when I looked over at Henry, he was busy brushing his teeth. I took the bar of soap which was in a dish next to the tub and got busy washing away the fish smell. After a quick rinse, I stepped out, Henry handed me a clean towel and I dried off.

When he replaced me in the tub, I sat down on the lid to the toilet and watched him as he washed. The water made his black skin shine. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed as he scrubbed himself and his abdominal muscles formed a tight six-pack. He was a beautiful guy. All too soon, he stood up, took another towel and began to dry himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom he shared with his brothers. We crossed the hall dressed in matching white towels.

“Your clothes will be all stinky,” he said. “See if you can wear some of mine.”

He handed me a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. They were a little big for me, but with the cuffs turned up they were close enough, and definitely smelled better than the ones I had slept and cleaned fish in. It felt nice to be wearing Henry's clothes. It was like being inside him somehow.

Now dressed in matching jeans and shirts, we went into the kitchen to find that his mother had fixed us some lunch.

“You boys are surely hungry,” she said. “I imagine you must be tired of fish by now, but you might like some ham and beans.” She dished up two bowls of navy beans with big chunks of smoked ham. On the table was a plate of fresh cornbread and a slab of butter. She poured us both a tall glass of cold milk. I was very hungry. It smelled wonderful and tasted even better.

By the time we finished eating it was after one o'clock and we had to be at work at two. “Do you need to call your momma and let her know where you are?” Eunice asked.

“No ma'am. She will be gone to work. It's OK, but thank you,” I said.

“You don't have time to go back to your place,” Henry said. “You can leave your dirty clothes here and I can bring them to you tomorrow. We need to go straight up to Sparky's.”

I thanked his mother for lunch and we went out to where we had left out bikes. Ginger greeted us with enthusiasm. She had not even barked when we rode up earlier. I guessed that I had been accepted as a member of the family. I followed Henry up a series of side roads and we found ourselves at Sparky's Pink Elephant in plenty of time.

It was back to the familiar routine. It was August in Oklahoma and hot as blue blazes. The demand for cold beer was high, and we were busy.

During a lull in the traffic, Henry reminded me, “School will be starting in a couple of weeks.”

“I know. I don't mind school, but that means I won't see you much. It's not like I'll see you at school.”

“We might do something on the weekends,” he suggested, then he brightened, “We're going to have a football team at my school this year.”

“I thought you said your school didn't have a football team.”

“We didn't, but this year we are. Our science teacher is going to coach for us, and we'll have regular uniforms and everything.”

“Cool. Are you going to play?” I asked.

“Oh yeah. I've been wishing we had a team. I love football,” he grinned. “Since we don't have all that many kids, they're supposed to let eighth graders try out for the team.”

“I bet you can make it. You're getting bigger all the time. Who will you play?”

“There are colored schools with football teams in most of the towns around here,” Henry said.” Turner has a team and so does Dooley. We should have a full season. We might not be all that great the first year, but it will be fun.”

It was nice to see Henry so excited about something. I was guessing that he would make a good football player. The next day when he came to work, he had my fishing clothes, washed and folded. I gave him back his jeans and T-shirt.

We sweated through the next two weeks then came to our last weekend before school started. On the final Saturday evening, a familiar pickup truck drove in. The two guys inside leered at us and the driver said, “We need some more beer.”

From the way he slurred his words, I got the feeling that he was already drunk. “I'd rather not serve you, if you don't mind,” I said, standing up from my bench.

“Why not?” the driver asked belligerently. “You hanging around with that fucking nigger and you think you're too good to sell us some beer?”

I heard the other guy in the truck say, “Easy, Johnny.”

Johnny opened the door and stepped out. “I got a good mind to just kick your sorry ass right here and now.”

With that, Henry stood up and stepped next to me. The jerk in the truck was bigger than me, but not that much bigger than Henry. “You probably don't want to do that,” Henry said quietly.

Johnny stepped up to me and shoved his face close to mine. It smelled like beer. “You tell that fucking nigger to sit back down,” he snarled. “I'm fixing to kick me some ass.”

He drew back his fist as if to hit me, and Henry stepped quickly between us and punched him in the stomach. He only hit him once, but the guy doubled up and dropped to his knees. His companion stayed in the truck. Johnny struggled to his feet, pulled out a knife and lunged for Henry. In a blur of motion, the knife went flying and Henry lifted him up in the air and slammed him to the ground. His head made a crunching sound as it hit the gravel driveway.

The noise and loud cursing attracted Floyd's attention and he stepped out the back door with a pistol in his hand. “What the hell is going on out here?” he yelled.

Johnny staggered back in the truck and roared off. “He pulled a knife and tried to kill us,” I shouted. “He's drunk and crazy. They've messed with us before. You ought to all the sheriff,”

Now Floyd was not the most liberal minded person I knew, but he didn't cotton to anybody messing with his help. “That son of a bitch don't need to be fucking with you boys, and he damn sure don't need to be driving like that. You boys alright?”

I was pretty excited, but I acknowledged that I was OK. Henry was cool as a cucumber. “I'm just fine, thank you sir,” he said calmly.

“I got to make a phone call,” Floyd said, and went back inside.

With the excitement over, we sat back down and looked at each other. I was very impressed with Henry. “I think you just saved my life,” I said in a shaky voice.

Henry calmly shook his head. “He had no call to do that. I just laid him down, is all.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Henry, I think you're the best friend I ever had.”

Henry smiled. “Maybe,” he said. “I value my friends, and you are definitely the best I ever had. Don't worry about it.”

Off in the distance, we heard the sound of a siren. We stepped to the front of the bar and looked down the road to where a familiar pickup truck was pulled off the highway next to a dark sedan with flashing lights. I decided then and there that there was some justice in this world. We went back to work.

The next morning I heard the phone ring, and the muffled sound of my mother talking to somebody. When I got up and dressed, Mom had some news.

“Who was on the phone?” I asked.

She smiled. “That was Uncle Clay. I understand you had a little excitement out at Sparky's last night.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that he arrested two boys in a pickup truck for drunk driving, driving without a license, and assault with a deadly weapon, among other things. One of them had some outstanding warrants. In short, they're in a heap of trouble,” Mom said. “Now, do you want to tell me what happened last night?”

“Can I have some breakfast first? It's kind of a long story.”

“I'll fix us some pancakes while you tell me all about it,” Mom laughed.

It was an interesting breakfast.

I went to church with my mother, then she got ready and went to work. I rode out to the station at the road to Turner, and met Henry for our usual Sunday afternoon fishing trip. I brought my usual PB&J sandwiches, a bag of apples and a jug of water. I was surprised to notice that he had a small bundle tied to his bike, but was without his fishing gear.

“Did you forget something?” I asked.

Henry shook his head. “School starts tomorrow and we don't have room in the freezer for any more fish. I just thought maybe we could spend some time together.”

“Hey. That works for me,” I said. “Are we going back down to the river?”

“Not today. I know a better place but it's a little farther,” he smiled.

“Lead on,” I said, and followed him down the road to Turner. We turned off sooner than before and wound around an old road to a place I had not been to before. It had a grove of old cedar trees overlooking a little creek that emptied into the river farther down.

“This is one of my favorite places,” Henry said. “It's not a great place to fish, but it's a place where I come to be quiet and think.”

We walked over to a rocky ledge and looked down at the creek below. The air was fragrant and it was heavily wooded. Henry led me down to the creek where we sat and skipped rocks across the water. We didn't say much, we just breathed in the cool air and enjoyed being together. After some time, we returned to the grove of cedars. Off to one side was a circle of very old cedar trees. The area at the center was deep with pine needles and made a cushion under our feet. Henry took the old quilt from the bundle on his bike and spread it out on the soft ground.

We stretched out on the quilt and looked up into the fragrant cedars. “What do you think?” Henry asked.

“This is beautiful,” I said. How did you find this place?”

“Sometimes I sort of wander around, exploring these little back trails. My brother William told me about this place but couldn't tell me exactly how to get here. I think he came here with my father when he was younger. I stumbled on it a couple of years ago and now I think of it as my special place. I've never seen anybody else out here.”

“You know a lot of neat places,” I said. “You know a lot of things, Henry. You have taught me so much.”

“It's nice to have somebody to share things with,” he said. “I've never shown this place to anybody else. I guess that makes you special.”

I didn't reply, but turned to Henry and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him on the neck.

“School starts for both of us tomorrow,” I said. “What then? How will we see each other after then?”

“I won't miss Sparky's, but I will miss seeing you every day,” Henry admitted. “But we should be able to get together on the weekends. We can still go fishing and stuff.”

I ran my hand over Henry's stomach. “It's the other stuff I like the best.”

“Oh, Jimmy. What will I do about you?”

“You could hug me. I really like that.”

Henry turned and took me in his strong arms and pushed his lips into my neck. This instantly gave me an erection. I could feel his firm chest against mine and our hips came together. I ran my hands up under his shirt to feel the muscles in his back. He took the hint and pulled off his shirt, then tugged at mine. Our bare skin felt wonderful when we held each other tight. I wanted to tell Henry that I loved him, but found that awkward to say. How could I know what love was when I was only fourteen? Instead, I only held him close to me and pushed my hips into his.

“I want to be naked,” I said, and moved away long enough to take off my jeans and undershorts. When I turned back to him, he was naked too. We were both very erect.

Henry rolled over on his back and pulled me on top of him. “I want to feel that skin,” he whispered, and moved his hips back and forth under me. I could feel our cocks rubbing together. Henry ran his hands down over my back and squeezed my butt cheeks. I kissed him under his chin and licked his neck, making him giggle.

I raised my head up and licked the end of his nose. “Umm. Tasty,” I laughed.

“You like boogers?”

“Ugh. I didn't think of that. Maybe I'll taste something else.” I slid down his belly and licked the underside of his erection. “That's tastes better. You like that?”

“Ooh. I'll give you thirty minutes to quit that,” Henry bucked his hips.

I held his cock in my hand and looked it over. He was bigger than I was, maybe seven inches or so. We had not measured ourselves but he was at least two inches longer than me, and I checked myself frequently. I pulled down on his foreskin and looked at the pinkish brown head. It was pretty, or at least I thought so. His dick curved slightly towards his belly, but was smooth and round with a bulge down the bottom where the tube was located. His curly black pubic hair fanned out against his stomach and down around the sides of his balls. Those were smooth, very dark and hung down loose in the heat. The foreskin retracted completely and with it stretched down looked as if he was circumcised. I pulled it back up and until the skin puckered over the head and licked at it. It was a wonderful toy. I pulled it back down again and sucked it into my mouth, attempting to get it all inside. I coughed, causing Henry to laugh.

“Careful,” he said.

“I swallowed, and tried again, relaxing my throat and letting the head slip deep inside so that my nose was nestled in the stiff hair. Henry pushed up and moaned.

“Oh yeah. That feels good!”

I pulled up, licked the head with my tongue then repeated the move. This time it slipped down my throat a little easier and I swallowed with him in my throat. He raised his hips up, brought his knees high and spread them apart. “Oh, Jimmy!” He sighed. “You're gonna make me cum.”

“Not yet. This is too nice to be in a hurry.” I remembered that when we played before, he liked it when I played with his hole, so I turned on my side and moved my face down between his legs and licked at it. He raised his hips up higher to give me better access.

I looked at his ass hole and noticed that there was a thin circle of stiff hair around it. I wasn't sure, but I thought I was still bare down there. I puckered up and kissed it, then licked it wet with my tongue. Henry sucked in a breath of air and put his hands on my head, “Yesss,” he hissed.

I did this several times then ran my finger over it, slipping the tip inside. From his reaction he seemed to like this, so I pushed my finger farther inside and wiggled it around. “Do you like that?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Do that some more,” he said in a raspy voice, and took my erection in his hand and stroked me. I was so aroused by now that I was beginning to drip pre-cum. He rubbed it over the head of my cock, making it slippery. “Put it in me,” he whispered.

“Won't that hurt?” I asked.

“I don't know. Try it.”

Willing to try, but reluctant to cause him pain, I knelt between his legs and rubbed my dick over his hole. He pushed up against me. I milked out a little more clear slippery ooze and pushed myself against him. Henry reached down with his hands and spread his cheeks apart. I pushed harder and began to slip inside him. I watched his face carefully in case he was showing pain, and my cock head popped inside. He took a quick little breath but didn't look like he was hurting. He nodded his head and I pushed harder.

I slid inside him. It was hot, very tight and felt fantastic. Henry tipped his head back and pulled on my hips to encourage me to continue. I pulled out a little, then pressed in deeper. After a few such movements, I was deep inside him, as deep as I could go. I looked at his face. He opened his eyes, smiled and nodded his head.

At this point I sort of went into autopilot. I was deep inside a hot tight hole and my instincts took over. I started to move in and out, pumping his hole with my cock. It was heaven. From Henry's reaction I could see that he was enjoying it too. “How does that feel?” I asked him.

“It feels full, like I need to poop in a way, but good. When you get in real deep, there is something that feels really good. It's hard to explain,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Keep doing it.”

I needed no encouragement. I was plugged in and did not want to stop. I looked down at his beautiful cock bouncing up and down, took it in my hand and began to stroke him. He dripped clear ooze and started to pant. “Yes. Oh yes. Oh Jimmy!” He gasped and spurted long white strings of cum over his smooth black skin. That was all I needed.

“I'm gonna shoot!” I warned him.

He held me around my waist to keep me in tight. “Go ahead!” he gasped. I obliged. I pushed in as deep as my modest size would allow, and gave him all the sperm I had. When I started to cum, the feeling was so intense that I froze and felt myself pump inside him. I couldn't move until the orgasm was over.

I opened my eyes to see Henry smiling at me. “Was it good?” he asked me quietly.

“That was absolutely amazing,” I said breathlessly. “Did I hurt you?”

“It did hurt a little at first, but then it felt good. Weird, but really good.” Then he looked more serious. “You can't ever tell anybody we did this. This has to be a secret. You understand?”

I lay down across my beautiful friend. “Never. I would never share this with anybody else. This is just for us. I love you, Henry.” I said without thinking.

It was what I felt, and it was what came out from my mouth. It was not lost on me that this was more than a statement of close friendship, but I didn't care. I knew I did love Henry, although I was not sure what that really meant.

Henry kissed me gently on the cheek. “I love you too, Jimmy. I think I have since we first met.”

We lay in each other's arms perspiring in the warm air, and fell asleep.

It was late in the afternoon when we started back to town. The old grove of cedars was now a special place for both of us. We parted when we got to town and each headed to our homes.

It had been a golden summer for us both. I wondered if I would ever know such happiness again. We had experienced so many things together. We had fished and gone swimming. We had explored our sexuality and found great excitement. Our families had come together and built a small bridge for understanding. We had been victimized by hateful individuals and Henry was almost killed as a result. Yet last night, we had been protected by the law. Perhaps things were changing for the better.

For sure, I was convinced that I would never know anybody like Henry again.

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