A gay story: Jerry Ch. 01: Little Buddy
Jerry was in the midst of tidying up his bedroom on the second floor when a movement outside the window caught his attention. He shot a quick glance in that direction, not wanting to disgust his new acquaintance who was due to arrive any minute. Tom, his newly-minted friend, was on his way over after his grueling football practice. Jerry hadn’t been to Tom’s house as yet, so he had no idea how his buddy’s room would compare to his own. Nonetheless, it took him only a few moments to stash away the few garments that had found their way out of his closet. He wasn’t a neat freak by any means, but neither was he as untidy as his sister, who had a penchant for leaving her belongings scattered all over the place.
But back to his sister, whom Jerry unexpectedly spotted, stretched out in the backyard, basking in the late afternoon sun. She was clad in a skimpy, barely-there bikini, barely managing to conceal her shapely buttocks. Jerry couldn’t help but scrunch his brows in disapproval, thinking to himself, “At least she’s not stark naked.” He gazed at her for a full minute, pondering what Tom’s reaction might be to her scantily clad figure.
“He might find it quite a sight,” he mused, half hoping Tom would appreciate the view. Despite the fact that she was his older sister, Jerry couldn’t deny that she had an enviable figure, especially with her tanned complexion under the sun’s rays. “In fact, she’s got a great body,” he whispered to himself, acknowledging his sister’s alluring curves.
His musings were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “It must be Tom,” he exclaimed, snapping out of his trance. He quickly stole a glance at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of his bedroom door. Staring back at him was an average-looking, somewhat petite 18-year-old high school senior. “Yep, that’s me,” he thought to himself with a tinge of disappointment. With a nervous energy, he bounded down the stairs to greet his friend.
Ding Dong … Ding Dong … Ding
Jerry reached the front door and pulled it open.
Dong
“It’s about time dude!” said a sandy haired young man. Tom stood on the porch as if he were a linebacker. Which he was. His handsome face wore his trademark grin. “I guess it would be too much to ask for a beer?”
“Yeah! It would!” replied Jerry aghast at the thought. “But we have coke.”
Barging through the door he forced his smaller friend to give ground. “I guess a coke would be good. I’ve got to piss” He peered over Jerry looking around for the nearest bathroom.
“Oh, the bathroom is at the top of the stairs. You can’t miss it.” Jerry pointed towards the stairs and added. “I’ll get us a couple of cokes.”
“I’ll try not to!” Tom quipped. When he saw Jerry didn’t get it, he said “I’ll try not to miss it! The toilet!”
“Jeez Dude, for a whiz-kid you can be kinda slow.” He stated as he began to bound up the stairs.
“Yeah! Well go take your whiz and I’ll be up in a sec!” Jerry shot back.
A loud snort of laughter came from the top of the stairs. A moment later a surging slashing noise of a fire-hose stream of liquid shooting into the toilet came from the bathroom. Evidently Tom had neglected to close the door. Jerry reached into the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of cans of soda, and shook his head in amazement as the sound from above went on and on. He went to the sliding glass door to check on his sister Diane. She was still there though she had turned over onto her back. Now her ridiculously pert breasts where prominent. “At least she has her top on,” he thought.
He couldn’t tell how long he stood there, cokes in hand, but suddenly he became aware that the noise from above had ceased. He shook himself and headed toward his room. He was looking forward to helping his friend with his Geometry homework. Of course, he had taken Geometry as a Sophomore and was now in an Advanced Placement Calculus class, but he really enjoyed looking back at those proofs from the old days. The fact that his tutoring had blossomed into a friendship with the popular Tom was a unbelievable bonus. His nerd friends looked at him with a kind of wonder whenever he received a high five from the handsome broad-shouldered athlete when they passed in the hall.
So with a warm feeling of anticipation he started climbing the stairs. “Sorry I took so long …,” his words stopped when he saw his friend standing in the bathroom with his head thrown back. Jerry’s mouth dropped open when his mind registered what he was seeing.
His friend was standing in the bathroom in a team T-shirt and matching red and black baggy gym shorts. To Jerry’s eyes he appeared to be huge in the small room. The hamper which was half filled with soiled towels was open. Head thrown back, Tom had one hand held to his face. A small scrap of pink was entwined in his fingers close to his nose. “What in the world?” Jerry asked aghast.
“Damn!” Tom said and sniffed at the fabric deeply once again, before dropping his hand. “Sorry about that. Just couldn’t help myself!” His hand slipped into one of the pockets in his shorts quickly and came out empty.
“Hey dude, what the hell? You’ve been holding out on me!” He stepped out of the bathroom and strode towards Jerry. Before he knew it Jerry was held under Tom’s strong left arm as the right hand mussed his red hair. The cans of sofa fell to the floor, bounced and rolled across the hallway into his room. “You didn’t fucking tell me you have a sister, little buddy!”
“Och!” said Jerry. Tom had tightened his grip.
“What’s her name?”
“Diane.” Jerry replied between clinched teeth. The hold didn’t quite hurt, but it was far from comfortable.
“How old is she?”
“Older than me.” Then after a tightening of the hold Jerry added, “Twenty-one … she’s twenty-one!”
“SWEET” was Tom’s reaction to the news. “Is she hot?”
“I don’t know.” Again that squeeze. “I suppose so!”
“Where is she now?”
A rush of feelings welled within Jerry. Sudden fear for and a desire to protect his sister was among them. Tinged with a tiny bit of what? Jealousy? Since the start of the interrogation his eyes had been squeezed shut. Now he opened them and realized that his face was nearly at the level of Tom’s crotch. He struggled against the hold, which only resulted in more tightening. He realized that there was no way his meager strength could free him.
Tom chuckled with good humor trying a different tack, “Come on little buddy. Where is she?” Again he ruffled Jerry’s mop of hair.
Jerry’s senses were overloaded by the solid body he was pinned against. Its heat made him feel very warm indeed. “Ah, come on Tom! Let me go and I’ll tell you.” he pleaded.
He crumbled to the carpeted floor when released from his friend’s hold. Now at Tom’s feet he looked up. His eyes were drawn up to the thing inside the gym shorts his friend was wearing. “No underwear,” he thought when he saw the thick hanging penis inside the shorts. How could Tom walk around in public like that. With no supported at all. Especially with such a big thing. Shouldn’t he at least be wearing a jock strap? All this flashed through his mind in less than a second.