My Best Friend is Gay
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 6
Spencer and I cruised around town until I spotter Rebecca. My heart beat faster at the sight of her. She was sitting up against a tree in the park. I sighed.
"Oh, you do have it bad," Spencer said. I looked at him, then her. "Go on, I'll wait here. If you pick her up, I'll disappear."
"Thanks, Spencer," I said.
I parked my car and got out. I slowly walked toward her. My heart raced and I was suddenly so nervous I feared I'd throw up. That would be a nice addition to my attempts to seduce her. It would go nicely with tripping over my own feet on the track.
She completely ignored me as I drew near. I wasn't sure if it was because she was so engrossed in her book or she didn't want to talk to me.
"Hey," I said after several awkward and silent moments.
She looked up and immediately frowned.
"Hello," she said.
"Uh… I was wondering…" I started to say.
"No."
"No? I haven't even asked you yet," I said.
"Your reputation precedes you, Philip Bronson," she said. "I have no interest in hooking up with you and no desire to be the subject of your bragging in the locker room."
"But, I…"
"I know you think you're quite the lady's man, but what you are is an immature boy whose ego has been swelled by seducing one girl after another," she said. "I have no intention of joining that list."
I closed my mouth, turned and walked back toward the car. I could feel all the color drain from my face.
"Oh, wow. That didn't go well, did it?" Spencer asked. "You're as white as a sheet. What happened?"
"I didn't even get the chance to ask her out before she shot me down and went off on me," I told him. "Man, she let me have it."
"At least you can cross her off your list then," he said.
"I don't think I can," I said.
"Come on, Philip," he said. "There are some girls even you can't have. It's time to move on to easier prey."
"There is something about her, Spencer," I said. "She makes me nervous. No girl has ever made me nervous before."
"They all make me nervous," he said.
"I really like her, Spencer," I said.
"No," he said. "Don't say that. Forget about her. Now."
"I can't," I told him.
"You are a goner, Philip, but I will stick by your side," he said. "What can I do to help?"
"That's the question, isn't it?" I said. "If I think of something, I'll let you know."
He was right. I should give up on Rebecca and move on, but I had feelings for her I had not experienced before. There were girls I had liked, and females I had considered the girl of my dreams, but before it was always mostly or entirely sexual. Yeah, I wanted to hook up with her, but I kept thinking about doing other things with her… like having a picnic and just walking. That was not normal for me.
"I can fight this," I said, more to myself than Spencer.
"That's the spirit," he said. "That's more like the Philip I know."
"There are lots of other girls," I said.
"I wish I'd said that," he said, rolling his eyes.
"I have a great body and a big dick," I said. "Any girl would be lucky to have me." I waited, but he said nothing. "Aren't you going to agree with me?"
"I don't want to comment on your body or dick," he said.
"Don't be so insecure," I told him. "You can comment on another guy without being gay. You know I have a hot body and a big cock. You've seen me without a shirt lots of times, and in the showers, and remember that party when Karen sucked my dick with you and half the football team watching. You saw it. You know how big it gets when it's hard."
"Okay! Okay!" he said, laughing. "I agree with you."
"Seriously, Spencer," I said. "I'm not going to think you're gay because you comment on my body."
"When did you become so open minded?" he asked.
"Since the Duley brothers helped me out with a problem," I said. He raised an eyebrow. "No, they didn't suck my dick. Get your mind away from sex for a moment."
"Why should I?" he asked. "Your mind is always on sex."
"Not always," I said, "only once every four or five seconds."
"So, what did the Duley brothers do for you?" he asked
"They helped me with a problem and gave me some advice," I said.
"I could have done that," he said. "Why didn't you come to me?"
"I needed a gay perspective, so unless there is something you haven't told me…" I started.
He chewed his lip for a moment, but just as I began to wonder, he spoke.
"Ha! You know I'm into girls."
"Exactly," I said, "so you could hardly give me an opinion from a gay perspective.
"Why did you need a gay perspective?" he asked.
"You ask too many questions," I said.
"Tell me," he said.
"I'll tell you sometime," I said. "It's too complicated."
He let it drop and I was glad. I shouldn't have mentioned talking to Shawn and Steve, but him and I had always told each other everything, at least until I began having my dreams.
"Man, I need some relief," I said, groping my bulge for a moment to rearrange my stuff into a more comfortable position.
"Welcome to my world," he said.
"I either have to find a girl soon, or whack it," I said.
"Maybe it's time to give one of your bimbos a call," he said.
"Yeah, I think so," I said. "Maybe Karen…"
"I sense the end of this outing," he said. "Pushed aside for a girl… again."
"Like you wouldn't drop me in a heartbeat for a girl," I told him.
"Well, yes, I would," he said.
"Exactly," I said.
"Will you at least drive me home?" he asked.
"Of course," I said. "Besides, it's on the way."
"You're a real pal, Philip," he said.
"I am wonderful, aren't I?" I said, laughing.
"I definitely need to get out of this car soon," he said. "There isn't room in here for you, your ego, and me."
He grinned.
I drove the short distance to his house and let him out.
"I expect a full report! I want all the details," he said.
"You got it," I told him.
I was nearly fully hard by the time I made it home and walked inside, but luckily no one was around. I pulled up my contact list and looked up Karen's number. I dialed and… nothing. No answer. I scrolled down the list and then smiled. I'd give Janet a try. She was a fun girl, but always on the down low. There was no answer from her either. I swear there was a conspiracy to give me blue balls.
"Philip, Mr. Shields called earlier. You were supposed to mow his lawn this morning," mom said as she walked into my room.
"Shit! Why hadn't I closed the door? I quickly shifted my position to hide my bulge. That is not the kind of thing a guy wants him mom to see.
"I completely forgot," I said.
"You need to be more responsible," she said. "You'd better get over there, right now."
"I will."
There went my carefree afternoon, but I could at least earn a few bucks and maybe mowing would get my mind off sex for a few minutes. There was one good thing about mom entering my room unannounced; my dick had gone mostly soft. Mom's and hardons don't mix, unless it's someone else's mom. My nuts still ached, but I'd live, for now.
It wasn't especially hot, but I knew I'd get heated up mowing, so I changed into shorts and an old CHS football muscle shirt. I didn't mind getting sweaty and dirty.
I hoped someone was home. Mr. Shields was Karen's dad, one of the girls I'd just attempted to call without success. Their shed was usually locked, so if no one was home, I couldn't mow. I didn't want to lose the business. I mowed a few lawns in the summer to pick up extra cash, and Mr. Shields was one of my regulars.
I wondered what he'd think if he knew I'd hooked up with his daughter? I bet I'd be out of a job for sure then, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt me.
It didn't take long to walk to the Shields residence. There was no car in the driveway, which was not a good sign. I knocked on the back door. No answer. Man, I hoped Mr. Shields wouldn't be too pissed if I couldn't mow today.
I was just about to leave when the door opened, but it wasn't Mr. Shields or Karen. It was a woman I'd never seen before. No, I think I'd seen her in town maybe, but I wasn't sure.
"Yes."
"Hi, I'm Philip Bronson," said to her. "I was supposed to mow the lawn this morning, but I completely forgot. I can do it now if you don't mind. Are you Karen's mom?"
"Yes, I am, and you must be the boy who does such a great job on the lawn," she said.
"I try," I said. "It's nice to meet you."
"You know Karen?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, we're in the same class," I said.
"Wonderful," she said. "You must play football."
I stood up straighter, figuring she guessed I was an athlete from my build, but then I realized I was wearing a CHS football shirt.
"Yeah, I do," I said.
"You look like a football player," she said. "You're very… fit."
She ran her eyes up and down my body and I started to get a little hard.
"I'll get the key for the shed," she said.
I took a couple of deep breaths while I waited. I needed to get myself under control. I should've probably have whacked it before coming over. I was way too worked up. The fact that Ms. Shields was a MILF didn't help.
She returned soon. I extended my hand to get the keys, but she stepped past me and walked toward the shed. I followed.
"I can't tell you what a help you are," she said. "Harold is so out of shape that mowing is about more than he can handle. I'm sure a fit young man like you has no trouble with it at all."
""Compared to football practice, mowing a lawn is nothing," I said.
She laughed.
"You're very handsome," she said. "I bet the girls at school go crazy over you."
"I'm pretty popular with the girls," I said, trying not to sound too stuck on myself.
"I bet you are," she said.
She ran her eyes down over my body again. Was it my imagination, or did she just check out my bulge? It grew a little larger.
"Well, there you are," she said. "I'll leave you to it. I'm going to do a little work on my flower beds. It's to nice a day to stay inside."
"Yes, it is," I said.
She departed. I entered the shed and pulled out the mower. I checked the gas and then started it up.
I began mowing. Had Karen's mom checked me out or did I merely think she did because I was in such a worked-up state? I'd made mistakes like this before. I thought Susan Decker was checking me out once and hit on her, only to discover she was not into me at all.
A little fantasy of seducing Ms. Shields played out in my mind as I mowed. I wondered if she'd be as wild as Cody's mom. Damn, I missed doing her.
Okay, I needed to calm myself down. I was getting hard and it was becoming noticeable. Being hung was an advantage in all ways but one. While I didn't mind showing my bulge sometimes, at others it wasn't desirable. At least I wasn't at school being called up to the blackboard. That was the worst. I didn't mind showing some bulge as I mowed the Shields lawn, but my dick was beginning to seriously tent my shorts. I really should have jerked off before running over, but I expected out of shape Mr. Shields to answer the door, not his sexy wife.
Think unsexy thoughts, naked old men, cow shit, road kill. It was beginning to work, but not enough.
Ms. Shields didn't help. She was working in her flowerbeds, sometimes kneeling down and sometimes bending over. She had a hot ass. The sight immediately made me want to… dead animals, dead people, liver and onions…
Would I always be such a horny bastard? Sometimes I felt like sexual need was going to drive me out of my mind.
I tried to focus on mowing, but my eyes kept going to Ms. Shields. She truly was a MILF. I think she was hotter than Cody's mom.
She looked in my direction frequently. I felt like she was checking me out, but I couldn't trust in that. I wasn't exactly unbiased. Sometimes, I knew what I wanted to see rather than what was actually there.
I was beginning to sweat and my shirt stuck to my back and chest. I paused, pulled it off, and stuffed it in my shorts. I usually mowed shirtless, but today was cool enough I feared I'd be to cool. I hated cold!
I was not chilly in the least. In fact, even shirtless I was still too hot. Sweat trickled down my chest and I had to use my shirt to wipe my forehead now and then to keep from getting sweat in my eyes. That was the worst. It stung like hell.
Ms. Shields was definitely checking me out. I was sure of it now. Every time I looked in her direction, she was looking at me. She didn't look away when our eyes met either. Instead, she smiled. I liked where this was going.
I began to get hotter and it wasn't just from mowing in the sunlight. I was seriously in need and the MILF checking me out was making it worse.
Man, I wanted to pop her. I had no doubt now that she wanted it, but I reminded myself that didn't mean anything was going to happen. I was likely a middle-aged woman's fantasy and nothing more. She would lust over me and flirt with me, but as for actually having sex…
Then again, it happened with Cody's mom. That was a different situation, but even so, I'd had a MILF before.
You've also been checked out by a few MILFs with nothing happening.
It was true. Many looked but were afraid to touch. My youth was both lure and deterrent. It almost made me wish I was older.
I finished mowing and shut off the mower. Sweat dripped off me. I pulled the mower back to the shed and put it away. A shadow dimmed the light in the shed and I turned to see Ms. Shields in the doorway. She walked toward me and when she reached me, she ran her finger down my sweaty chest. Our eyes searched each other. I went for it. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back hungrily and grabbed my bulge. I was instantly fully erect.
Our lips parted. She ripped down my shorts and pushed her shorts and panties down. I grabbed her and pushed her back over the edge of the low work bench. I quickly entered her and began to thrust as she moaned my name.
I was completely consumed by lust and didn't even once think that I might be too rough. She didn't complain, unless her moans were complaints. I used her to fulfill my sexual needs.
All too soon, I groaned loudly and pleasure ripped through my body. She shrieked with pleasure. I stood back, sweat streaming down my torso. She hopped off the bench and pulled her panties and shorts back up.
My face paled as I realized something.
"We didn't use a condom," I said, feeling panic rising in my throat.
"It's okay. I'm on the pill," she said.
"Whew!" I said. "I thought I'd made a big mistake.
"Here, before I forget to pay you for mowing the lawn," she said, handing me two twenties.
""But, it's only…" I started to say.
"The rest is a tip for good service, and you give very good service, Philip," she said. "I hope we can do this again."
"I would love to," I told her.
She smiled at me.
"Thanks," I said, and departed.
My mind reeled as I walked back home. I wouldn't have believed things like this really happened, but Ms. Shields was the second older woman to come on to me and plenty of others had flirted, or at least checked me out. There was something perverse about doing it with Ms. Shields when I'd banged her daughter before. Was I messed up because it was a turn on? I did need to be more careful. In the heat of the moment, I didn't think once about a condom. The last thing I needed was to knock up a girl or an older woman.
I was sweaty and tired, but very relaxed. My intense sexual need had eased. I could have sex again immediately, but I no longer felt overpowering desire. I would be good for a while now.
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