(by Edward Zeusgany and Alex Anders, Copyright 2000, all rights reserved)

Adam woke up to a day that was warm and clear, and the air smelled clean and fresh. In spite of the beautiful beginning, the youth did not feel at ease. Summer vacation, so much time to be filled.

In a few hours it would be hot and sticky. But that had little to do with his present discomfort. This is such a boring town, he grumbled to himself. He desperately needed some excitement in his fifteen year old life. It would be cooler at the mall, he thought. And maybe he could get himself picked up.

After a cool shower, the youngster put on a pair of plain white cotton briefs. He chose a white T-shirt that had tasteful maroon lettering on the left breast, “Amherst HS Athletic Dept.,” in a semi circle and under that “TENNIS.” White short shorts and white deck shoes sans socks completed the outfit. He had dawdled so it was already eleven.

He took the free bus out to the mall on route nine. From the stop he had to walk across the hot-topped parking lot. Heat was already beginning to rise from the black surface. It was with relief that Adam entered the air conditioned interior of the mall.

From the main entrance he turned toward the left, planning to walk the length in that direction, ostensibly window shopping. This would take the youngster past the open area lined by a variety of food establishments some with inside seating and others merely counters. Imitation wrought iron tables and chairs surrounded an elaborate but defunct fountain.

*****

From his table, Preston spotted the short, blonde, trim teenager at a distance of 100 feet and followed his meandering progress along the store fronts. He noted that the boy was by himself and paid particular attention to what the youngster choose to look at. Beside the merchandise behind the windows of the shops, the youth was checking out the men and older boys. He barely glanced at the women and girls.

As the lad approached his table, Preston set aside the paperback book he had been hiding behind and made eye contact. The older man enjoyed seeing the kid startled when he realized he was being looked at. Preston smiled and made a slight nod of his gray head as a greeting and invitation.

Adam had noticed the tall, gaunt man within two minutes of entering the mall. The fellow was dressed in faded Levis, pants and jacket. He appeared to be one of those older men, fifty or so, who kept themselves in top physical condition through hard work of some kind. But it was the way the guy looked at him that sent shivers down his spine. Of course he could be wrong, but this was probably the sort of thing he was looking for. Adam did not smile back, but as he came close to the man’s table, he raised a hand in acknowledgment.

In response, Preston made an open palm gesture, indicating the empty seat opposite. The boy paused beside the chair, then sat. “Hi,” he said.

“Are you gay?” the man asked.

Adam hesitated briefly, surprised by the immediacy of the question. “Yup,” he answered.

“I’m Bi,” Preston informed the lad.

“Uh huh,” was the kid’s noncommittal comment. Adam was not one of those impressed that a man screwed women as well as boys. It didn’t make the fellow more of a real man in his eyes, or himself less than a real boy in his own that he didn’t indulge.

They looked each other in the eye for a moment, taking each other’s measure. It was not a staring contest, but neither flinched. The man smiled again. “How about I buy you lunch,” Preston suggested, warmly.

“Sure,” Adam accepted.

The fellow led the way to a sandwich shop. They ordered grinders and drinks at the counter and took them to the booth furthest from the door. The place was just beginning to fill up with the lunch crowd. Adam sat facing the other diners and across from the man.

While they ate, Preston asked probing questions about the kid’s home life. Did he live with both parents? Did they know he was gay? How did they take it? How many siblings did he have? Was he out to his friends? Did he have a boy friend? With the answers, the man assessed his future opportunities with the youth.

When they had only their sodas left to finish, Preston made his move with a complement. “I like your outfit. You look really cute.”

“Thanks,” Adam replied.

“What are you wearing underneath those shorts?” the fellow inquired, with a naughty little smile.

“Briefs,” he was told.

“I want you to go to the toilet, take them off, put your shorts back on, and then come back here.”

The youth thought for a moment, then assented, “OK.”

Adam got up and looked for the sign to the lavatories. They were located down a short hallway to the left of the food counter. He had to wait a couple of minutes for a stall to become available. After closing and locking the door, he removed his shorts and hung them on the little hook on the back. It was a bit of a struggle to get his briefs over the shoes he hadn’t wanted to bother removing. He leaned his bottom against the cool tile of the back wall for support and finally freed one foot.

Naked from the waist down, the kid took his shorts off the hook and replaced them with his briefs. Once he had his shorts back on, the youth folded his briefs in fourths and put them in the left hand pocket. Not wanting a noticeable bulge he patted them flat.

When the youngster returned to the booth the man rose and indicated that he wanted Adam to sit beside him on the inside, next to the wall. He saw that his drink had already been moved to that position. The teenager slid across the bench seat.

“Open your shorts and show me,” Preston said.

“Here? Someone could see,” the boy objected.

“No one can see,” the guy countered. “The back of the booth is too high, the table shields you from the front and I do from the side.” He added, “Except me, of course, heh, heh.”

The youngster undid the button and unzipped his fly. Pushing the material aside he gave the man a look at his genitals. Although reluctant to do this, at the same time, it was exciting. He could feel his penis react and begin to lengthen, seemingly of its own accord.

“Good,” the fellow commented. “Zip back up.”

The youngster did so, with relief.

“Play with your dick until you get it good and hard.”

Putting his hand in his crotch, Adam gripped his penis and gave it some rhythmic squeezes.

“Don’t look at what you’re doing or it will call attention to it. Just look at me and around the place as you normally would. Take a few sips of your drink,” the man directed.

Preston monitored the progress of the effort. When it looked like the kid had a tent pole in his shorts, he said, “OK, come on. Time to go.”

“Everyone will see,” the kid protested.

“Yeah,” Preston agreed. “That’s the point.” The man stood, Adam scooted over. “Go ahead of me, not too fast, not too slow. And don’t look at anyone. I’ll check out who looks and tell you after.”

They paused just beyond at the restaurant’s exit. “Ha, ha,” the fellow laughed under his breath, “some great expressions there. Keep on my left shoulder,” he ordered.

Preston walked at a leisurely pace, seemingly without plan. Sometimes he turned and stood before the display in a window. After a while, Adam figured it out. The guy was parading him in front of men and boys. If someone seemed to notice his hard on, the man would turn giving the onlooker a good profile view. If the person gawking paused, so would they.

“You’re showing me off,” Adam said.

“Yup,” the man agreed.

“We could run into some kid I know, or someone who knows my parents.”

“Yup.”

This, of course, tended to keep the boy sexually excited. So it took quite a span of time for the effects to wear off. But eventually it was no longer a novel experience and his erection began to droop. When Preston noticed this, he headed for the parking lot.

“Where are we going now?” the boy asked.

“My motel,” the man responded.

“OK,” Adam agreed. He was ready. “Where is it?”

“Northampton, out on route five,” the guy told him.

Once he was settled into the guy’s car and they were on route nine, heading west, Preston said, “Take your shorts off.”

“Someone in another car could see.”

“Nope, the window is too high,” the fellow countered.

“A guy up in a truck or people in a bus could.”

“Hmm. Maybe. But not likely and only a glimpse. Take them off.”

Adam slowly and reluctantly complied. It’s not so easy to do in a moving car. He had to bounce his backside to get them down to his knees and then bend forward and raise both feet. For a second the kid was glad that his T-shirt was long enough to cover him.

“Pull your shirt up half way,” he was ordered. “Play with yourself until it’s hard again.”

The man was driving in the slow lane, but seemed to go faster when they were passed by larger vehicles. Adam thought the fellow was matching its speed in hopes that someone would notice. He forced himself not to look to see if anyone did.

As they approached Northampton, Adam said, “If you take the next right you can avoid the center of town.

“Yeah, I know,” Preston replied, but he continued straight on. They were stopped in traffic by the lights at the main intersection. Luckily, there was only a passenger car on their left. People were crossing the street in front of them and passing on the sidewalk. Then they turned and the greatest danger passed.

Five minutes later the man pulled into the motel parking lot. “You can put your shorts back on now,” he allowed.

In truth, Adam wouldn’t have gotten out of the car any other way. But he didn’t say so, considering it to be unnecessary. He struggled back into them in the cramped space and then they entered the fellow’s room.

“I want you to do a nice slow strip for me,” Preston indicated.

There wasn’t that much for Adam to take off. He pried off his deck shoes, then pushed his T-shirt up to his armpits. Reaching behind himself he pulled the gathered material over his head and down his arms. The shorts, unzipped, fell to his ankles and without the hindrance of shoes slipped off his feet with ease.

The man went to the kid then and led him over to the full length mirror that was located between the door to the room and the one to the bathroom. Preston stood in back of the youngster, one hand on the youth’s shoulder. Adam watched as the man’s hand moved to the side of his neck and rubbed up and down. The guy’s other hand was now on his hip.

“When you come to visit me in Maine, I’ll show you off to my friends like this. Have you strip and watch while I handle you.” His hands began to roam over the smooth skin and firm body of the boy.

“That’s it though. They don’t get to touch you. I want you all to myself. For a while anyway.”

“You live in Maine?” Adam asked, redundantly.

“The southern part, less than three hours from here. You can get away sometime, for a few days, can’t you?” The man leaned forward, they were cheek to cheek.

“Uh huh,” the youth said.

“And I can do whatever I want with you, can’t I” Preston postulated.

“Yup,” Adam admitted.

*****

Sprawled on upholstery, stained and tattered, Prurient inclining striplings, the sort collected About a bachelor’s small town Maine cottage, Were at his place nearly each day and night, Uncommonly, one, sometimes as many as eight. He entertained them with food, occasionally beer. To minimize expense, he didn’t keep much there. Permitted to smoke, he, himself, had desisted, Except bumming fags from those nonresistant. He shared his glossy magazines, hetero and homo. Running an errand, they were packed in like cargo, Often conveying a bunch to the mall or the movies, Perhaps an excursion; their suggestion, his whim. He taught them to drive and to have sex with him.

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