An Eye-ful

        In 1968, I was on assignment for my newspaper and back in Georgia - seven years after I left it. It was a plum of a Fleet Street assignment and, at twenty-four, I was lucky to have snagged it.

I was to learn how the South accommodated integration as it became reality. I was told to develop for British readers a sense of how America was coping with its five year spree of political murders. And I was to gauge what destruction a colonial war had brought to the country that styled itself as the land of the free.

I had dinner with a school chum and his lover the day after my arrival. We were talking about the war when a good-looking young blond made his way through the patio doors and sat down on the couch beside me. In the dying light, I could see he was tall, almost my height. He was boyishly slim and his face had freckles. I felt him watching me as the conversation ebbed and flowed past him.

"You really are English?" he asked as the conversation again ebbed.

"British," I corrected automatically. "I live and work in England but I'm a Scot."

"Uncle Tommy's told me a lot about you, Alex - how you grew up here."

"I did but I moved away when I had a chance. You're Tommy's nephew then?"

"Yeah, I'm Mark. Where did you go to college?"

"Oxford as an undergraduate - I have a MA from Columbia journalism, though. That's how I ended up as a reporter. What about you?"

"Just finished my freshman year at Georgia." He studied me another moment. "And you really live in London?" I nodded and fought against a bemused smile. "Uncle Tommy said you might could use a guide around here the next couple of weeks?"

"I'm looking more for a driver - are you available?"

He grinned back. "I'm real available," he answered, his voice meant for my ears only.

I chuckled as my friend's oblivious lover pulled him into the house to help serve dinner. "If you're saying what I think you are, you'd also have to be versatile."

"If that means that I like a good time," he grinned lewdly, "then I'm versatile."

"Don't tell me your uncle's been introducing you to naughty habits?"

His grin took over his whole face. "Nah, Alex. But you could say I know the score."

I leant back against the lawn couch and studied the wholesomely handsome American lad. "You think I'm queer and I'll suck your dick, don't you, Mark?"

I could see his face redden even in the dusk. "Aren't you - queer, I mean?"

"I'm homosexual."

"Good!" Relief showed on his face. "Then, we can get into some fun."

"We may. But you'd better understand what versatile' means before we get into anything. It means you don't mind taking it or giving it - either way."

His eyes grew rounder than the full moon that was beginning to rise. "You mean you want to cornhole me?"

"You've got a nice bum," I allowed, unable to control the smile tugging at my lips.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

"Think about it. Now, as to being my driver - do you have the next fortnight free?" He nodded suspiciously. "I'll pay a hundred plus room and food - we'll share the room - separate beds of course. We'll probably be in a new town every day and stay overnight - do you want the job?"

"A hundred dollars just to drive you around for a couple of weeks?" I nodded and he grinned. "No hanky panky?" I nodded again. He wiped his palms on his jeans and grinned. "When do you want me to start?"

"Be at the motel about ten in the morning - that'll give me a chance to set up an interview or two for the afternoon." I patted his knee and stood up, leaving him to his thoughts and whatever doubts he might have.

* * *

Mark was full of questions as we headed toward Douglas and the junior college there. Questions about London and what being British was like. I noticed his eyes kept finding their way to the front of my trousers. I resolutely kept my thoughts away from where that might lead.

It was past five when I finished interviewing the tutor in political science and knew we needed to find a room with a pool where I could seriously cool off. I had wilted drastically under the south Georgia sun and was continuously amazed at how well my friend's nephew was holding up. The lad was fun and perky.

Worse, he grew better looking each time I looked at him. It was becoming increasingly difficult to imagine the two of us sharing the same room for a fortnight without me dropping my resolve and climbing into his bed. London and my lover there were growing more distant by the hour.

I had my shirt off and was sliding my trousers down my legs when I realised Mark was staring at me. Taking them off, I shook them out and folded them and, then, turned back to face him in just my y-fronts. "What gives, lad?" I asked.

"You're damned good-looking, Alex. I mean, I never looked at a guy's body before and thought of sex." His face reddened slightly at his admission but he didn't look away.

"And, now, you're looking at mine and thinking sex?"

"It's a nice body." He grinned. "And that's sure a nice butt."

I sighed. "Look, Mark, your idea of sex with a guy is your lying back and having him work your tool - perhaps, him letting you between his legs." He nodded his head slowly. "I said last night you'd have to be versatile - and I mean it. The fact is I may suck you off but I'm going to fuck your arse if we get into anything - and that's the way it'll stay any time we do something."

"Don't you take it up the ass?"

I frowned at his choice of words. "Yes, I do - but only from my lover back in London. We have an open relationship - with some strings attached."

He studied me for several moments, his face blank. "You trying to say you don't want me?"

"Mark, I think you are a lovely lad. I'd love to get you in the buff and watch you get off on getting fucked." I grinned. "I'd like to feel you in the strangest spots while I sucked you off. I can only think of one other man I want to get that close to - and he's in London."

"And if I like it like my Uncle Tommy does, you wouldn't let me have a piece of you once in a while?"

"I don't know." I forced myself to smile. "I probably would - but don't bank on it. Are you trying to suggest you want me ploughing your arse?"

He looked away. "I've got to think on that a while more."

I chuckled. "Let's go swimming." I modestly turned away from him to push off my y-fronts and put on my bathing costume.

Sitting on the bed, I watched as he pulled off his jeans and stood up. He grinned at me as he worked his fingers under the elastic of his underwear. "Want to see what you're missing?"

"I'll look if you're showing. But it won't change a thing." He stuck his tongue out at me and shoved the things down to his knees and let them slide down to his ankles. I stared at a large slab of trimmed meat that lay curled over a very full purse of jewels. "Nice," I muttered.

"You really think it is?"

"It's a beauty - turn around and let's see the backside." He did and bent over to thrust his arseglobes out at me. "Very nice, Mark. With equipment like that you'll have every curious boy at university following you around with their tongues lolling." I reached out and touched his nearest cheek with my fingertips.

He jerked, stood up, and turned around to stare at me. His cock had grown to half mast and was threatening to do more. "Jesus! That felt strange as shit."

"I didn't mean to startle you."

He glanced away. "It felt sorta good too."

"That's your call - but, right now, I want to hit that pool out there."

* * *

Mark's steps grew shorter with each step he took toward our room as we returned from the pool. I pretended to ignore his reluctance and was already dry and in my y-fronts before he slipped through the door. "The motel restaurant okay with you?" I asked cheerily.

"It doesn't matter," he answered despondently.

I glanced up then and saw his face was flushed. "You all right?"

"Yeah - except I'm crazy as hell."

I stopped dressing and studied him. "Would you like to explain that one?"

"I'm going to do it - just promise me you won't tell Uncle Tommy."

I propped myself back on the bedboard and stared at him. "You're going to do what, Mark?"

"I'm going to suck you off - and let you cornhole me."

"Why?"

He grunted. "That the craziest part of all this, Alex. I just don't know. I just want to - it's like I've got to. I can't understand it."

"You're curious?"

"Yeah."

"That's a good enough reason - but you're acting like a bloke on his way to the gallows, not a lad about to get into sexual fun."

"I'm about to have a dick shoved up my ass."

"Don't do it then."

"I want to - if you want to."

"Then smile - I'm told I'm a pretty good lover."

"He managed a shy grin at me. "Is there anybody I know who'd tell me that?"

"Your uncle. His lover too."

"You've plugged them both?" His eyes were wide and his fear was momentarily forgotten. "John too?"

I grinned. "Almost eight years ago. I suppose he'd rather that part of his past was forgotten."

He grinned back. "Yeah - especially the way he lords it over Tommy all the time."

"If Tommy were dissatisfied, I imagine he'd find somebody else."

"Yeah." Mark glanced at the closed door behind him and then at me. He sighed and shoved his wet costume over his arse and let it drop to the floor. "Where do you want to do it?" he asked.

"How about the bed?" I patted the mattress beside me and smiled. Mark had one hell of a hard-on and his bollocks were riding tight against his dick. He sat down on the far side of the bed and lay back against it, his body stiff. "What do you want to do first?" I asked.

"I ... Shit! Let's get the hard part over with first - if that shows me up as queer, it won't be any problem going down on you later on."

"Would you like to loosen up first?" I asked and grinned. "I don't think I could even pry your legs open as stiff as you are right now."

The skin around his eyes crinkled and he was fighting back a smile. "I'm being pretty bad about this, aren't I?"

"I don't know how much you want it."

"Want it?"

"Does the idea of dick get your heart beating fast - or is it just the idea of getting it on with somebody from another world than the one you're used to?"

"Dad was in the army - I've been around. I porked a girl - two of them. Only, it just didn't do all that much for me - I was left wondering what the big deal was." He looked down at his hands. "The couple of times I got blown this past year did a lot more for me than either of those two girls did. Only, I wasn't anywhere close to accepting I was queer until I started coming on to you and you told me your conditions."

I reached across the bed and cradled his balls. He looked up at me fearfully but still spread his legs to let me get to them easier. "They're nice, did you know that?" He shook his head hesitantly. My fingertips climbed through the ridges of his pole and he shivered at the stimulation. "This is especially nice, love - but, then, your whole body is nice. A man could spend his whole life exploring you and enjoying every moment of it."

"You aren't just saying that to relax me?"

"I mean every word of it." I tried to visualise my very proper English lover back in London - the man who was twenty years older than this boy. I couldn't even bring up a picture of his face. I moved closer to Mark and kissed the wide helmet of his dick and felt him quiver again, a young colt in his anticipation and excitement. One who still saw everything as fresh and new. I smiled and swallowed him.

He moaned and humped his groin into my face. At my waist, his hand frantically tried to push my y-fronts over my bum. "Take them off!" he gasped. "Oh, God, that feels gooder'n shit."

I laid my head on his thigh and, cradling his balls with my hand, I bunched them up inside their sac and gripped his dick. My other hand pushed the cotton over my hip and I lifted my backside up for us to get it down to my knees. He blasted a load down my throat, his body quivering and convulsing as he gave himself up to the pleasure of what he was.

"I didn't mean to come that fast, Alex - I'm sorry," he said as he pulled himself away and shivered. His eyes were those of a frightened child fearing reprimand.

I licked his shaft and smiled at his quivering reaction. "It's okay."

"But you wanted me to do it first. I-"

I started to tease his puckered arselips with my finger and licked the shaft of his lollypop.

He stared at me and spread his legs wider. "That feels - I really do want you fucking me now." He ground his bum against my finger and it entered his welcoming lips. I crawled between his legs and my tongue dived into his navel. My finger plunged deeper into him and his ring opened in greeting. I pushed a second finger into him as I knelt over him and licked first one nipple and then the other.

His hand searched blindly between us for my dick and, finding it, moved it to my fingers in his arse. "Put it in me, Alex - please."

"A little later, love - let's play first."

"I want to feel it." I slipped a third finger into him and bumped his lovegland. Jesus!" His eyes were wide when they found mine. "I don't want you just to fuck me - I want you making love to me."

"It comes out the same thing."

"Stop talking and take me," he growled. His knees rode my flanks and his heels dug into my arsecheeks goading me on. I pulled my fingers out of him and he had my pole at his backdoor before I could take a breath. My lips touched his and his tongue sprang out to duel mine for supremacy as my knob slipped past his opened sphincter and plunged into his virgin bowel.

"Holy shit!" he grunted as his face pulled away from mine and he stared down his body to confirm the connection his body told him was there. "You're all the way up my butt." He looked up into my face. "So, this is what Uncle Tommy gets to moaning for when he and John get going. Wow!"

He ground around on my thatch and grinned as he grabbed my arsecheeks and pulled me closer. "Wiggle that dick around in my butt, Alex. I want to really feel it-" His eyes widened. "Oh!"

He shot a wad and stared down at himself and, then, the spreading puddle of his goo on his chest.

He stuck a finger in it and hesitantly brought it up to his lips. He grinned up at me as he tasted it. "I guess I really am queer as a three dollar bill."

"Yeah?"

"Boy, it sure does feel good."

"I'm glad you like it," I mumbled.

"What're you waiting for, Alex? Fuck my butt good."

We bumped and ground our way about the bed. His fingers ran down my back and grasped my arseglobes. He tried to get one up my chute but didn't have the leverage to do it. We kissed and his tongue established complete domination between us. He shot another load and, laughing, scooped a rope of it up to offer me. He figured out how to tighten his arsering and clamped it so it'd grip my dick wherever it was in him.

My balls were riding high and I knew I was going to come sooner than I wanted in this boy. I wanted to fuck him forever. He was making it better than any one had been for too many years.

"You getting ready to shoot?" he demanded from under me, his fingers riding my balls. I nodded with a jerk of my head.

"Grind that thing around in me another minute, and I'll be right there with you." He didn't wait for me to comply. His feet clamped down on my backside to hold me against him and he slid his arse up and down my thighs. I blew a load just as he grabbed himself and aimed its head at his face. "Just a little bit more. Give me just a little-"

He came as I released my second rope of goo into his arse.

"Yeah!" He grinned up at me and licked his ball juice off his lips.

"How did you like it?" I asked, my lungs wheezing, as I nuzzled his ear.

He grinned even more broadly. "We're going to be doing a whole lot of this shit. Tonight, you're really going to fuck my queer butt until whenever."

"I am?"

"Yeah - just after we get back from supper." He pushed me off him, pulling my dick out of him. "Come on, Alex. Get the lead out - we got to get some food in us." His mind was now on another need entirely than the one we had just taken care of.

* * *

Mark pushed the door to behind us and locked it when we returned from the dining room. He turned back to me and grinned. Crossing the room, he threw his arms around me, his lips finding mine. His tongue quickly established supremacy between us as he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it over my shoulders. His hands returned to my waist and unbuckled my belt. I stopped him when he got to my zipper.

"You are a hungry lad," I mumbled and help him tight, figuring he couldn't get to my clothes if he were in my arms.

"I need to borrow your meat for a little while."

"You're turning into a bloody nympho, Mark."

"It feels so good and I've got a lot of catching up to do."

"Why don't I buy you a dildo? Or a butt-plug. You can keep it in your arse as you're going to classes." He grinned and I suddenly had the suspicion he was actively considering the idea. "Why can't we just talk a bit?" I asked quickly. "You took a lot out of me earlier."

"Tell me about your lover." Still dressed, he plopped down on his bed, totally engrossed in what I might have to say. His drive to get me inside him again forgotten for the moment. I sat beside him and he got me to lie down where he cuddled in beside me, his hand moved down the zipper to my jeans and slipped inside to play with me while he waited for me to tell him about the man I loved.

"Hugh's a MP"

"He's a cop in our army?"

I stared at him in surprise. "No. He's a member of Parliament - like one of your Congressmen. He's thirty-eight and married with two boys."

"He's married - to a woman?" I nodded. And you plug him like you do me?"

"Actually, it's somewhat the reverse of that," I answered, feeling my face begin to flush.

"He porks you?"

"It's turned out that way, it seems." My brows knitted as I realised what I had just admitted. Hugh had not once let me mount him. Hugh had not once touched me except to fuck me.

"So, you like dick in your butt - but you won't let me have a piece of it?"

"I think I may well change my mind in your case, love," I told him as he pushed the front of my y-fronts down and freed me. He turned on his stomach and I could see by his hip movement that he was rubbing himself against the bed cover.

He looked thoughtful at that. "Maybe a couple of times, Alex - I'd like that. But I already know myself - I want dick in my ass. Anything else is just plain old sex. Does he keep you?"

"Does he what!" I gasped, sitting up as both anger and surprise flooded over me.

"You know, does he pay the bills?"

"No," I flared. "I pay my own way, thank you."

"I didn't mean to piss you off. I was trying to understand how you live your life - don't be mad at me, please?"

I wasn't mad at him. I was seeing how a number of people saw me and my relationship with Hugh - all of our mutual friends - thanks to this lad's innocent question. The nice staid open relationship Hugh wanted and I accepted simply meant to everybody that I was just the poof he kept for a piece of strange when he felt like one.

I definitely did not like what I was seeing. I suspected I might well be doing some general housecleaning when I got back to London.

"You didn't make me angry," I told Mark. "I think I've been a bit daft - and that makes me angry."

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not right now, love. I think I have a few things to work out in my own mind before I start opening the windows and airing out the place." I forced a chuckle.

He climbed out of the bed and stripped quickly. He was back with me and cuddling closer to me as he pushed my jeans and y-fronts onto my thighs and beyond.

"You think you might like another round now?" I asked.

"I can't think of too much more I'd like to be doing."

"How about trying out as topman?"

"You mean you want me fucking you?"

"It might be nice. Think you can keep it going?"

"Alex, I stay hard. Are you sure you want me cornholing you?"

"I'd like to see if you're any good."

"I'm better than just good - no matter what position I play." He lifted my leg and slipped under it.

His face moved between my thighs and his teeth were gently holding a piece of ball sack. I chuckled. "Careful, love."

"I ain't going to hurt something that gives me as much pleasure as these do," he answered and started to run his tongue over the insides of my thighs. His fingers found my rod and gripped it, pulling its foreskin back along its shaft.

I moaned and shuddered from the stimulation.

It took him forever to get that bloody thing of his inside my arse and I had shot a load of British goo while he explored what felt good and where. I was licked in the strangest places and knew I was going to have hickeys in even more out of the way places when I faced myself in the mirror in the morning - especially if I looked between my legs.

He used his dick like a cattle prod. He intentionally missed my arselips and humped my crack before bringing it back in line and giving it to my lovegland once again. He bashed into my balls and laughed as he brought both hands between us and jacked both our dicks. He kissed me and I was his.

I ground my arse up against his invasion as he had done his. I clutched at his thrusts and retreats. I laughed when he was able to run his tongue over my helmet while his was still past my arsering.

I was past lust as we fucked. I knew I was rapidly approaching the point where I'd fall in love with him. And I didn't care. He felt good. He wanted it all.

I pulled him deep into me and reached up to bring his face to mine. I held him tightly with my thighs, my feet pressing against his backside to hold him in me. So I could grind against him and make him come because I wanted him to possess me with his dick as well as his tongue - as I had him.

"Jesus!" he groaned and pushed himself hard against my upturned arse. He kissed me as he fired off the first of his volleys deep inside me. He lay on top of me and I held him close.

"I loved it," he gushed as he sat back on his haunches and gazed back at me. "I'll fuck you once a day - as long as you promise to do me at least three times as much."

"That doesn't sound like an equal arrangement," I mumbled, enjoying how tingly my bum felt where his thatch had crushed against it.

"It's as equal as I'm going to make it - I want your dick in my ass."

"Mine - or any dick?"

"Huh?" He stared at me, the hint of anger in his eyes. "Shit! I sure ain't going around giving every boy in Georgia a piece of my butt."

"But is it mine you want?"

It sure is. God!"

"What happens when I go back to London?"

He crawled to the other side of the bed, his face a study in pain. "This is the first time I've thought about that. Before you were just a good looking guy I wanted to get to know - and, then, wanted to get it on with. But you're going back and leaving me-"

He studied me with hurt eyes. "I went fucking queer for you - you can't just leave me."

"I didn't make you queer, Mark. I may have been the first bloke you gave yourself to, but I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do."

Tears welled in his eyes. "You're going back to that bastard who just fucks you when he can't get a piece off his wife."

I think that may be over," I allowed even as I knew my words were true.

His eyes held hope in them when he looked at me then. "You mean it? You'll leave him?"

"Probably - but that's between him and me - you didn't have anything to do with it." I smiled as a new thought struck me. "Perhaps you could come over - you know, see if you like it."

He was immediately on top of me, smothering me with kisses. "I thought you'd never ask," he growled against my ear.

* * *

A fortnight later, I had raw notes for my articles on the American transformation. Mark had his passport and the British Consul in Atlanta had arranged his visa. I didn't know his ticket was only one-way until we were airborne.