The Facialist-Chapter 9, A Sexual Story of the Lower East Side - by Mykola Dementiuk

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The Facialist

A Sexual Story of the Lower East Side

by Mykola Dementiuk

Chapter 9

Next day I awoke feeling sore and wasted. Morning brightness shone into the room, and I rolled to the other side. Then I remembered Dick, or Dickie. I tore the blanket off me and surged to the bathroom. My mother looked at me as I staggered past her.

I don't know why it is, but I lowered my underpants and sat down. Mornings are my time for sitting, much like a girl does. It seems natural. While at other times I pee standing up but upon rising in the morning I have to sit back down again.

I felt the pee rising in my shaft, and marveled at its growing stiffness, too. My penis was hard and gently tapping the underside of the toilet seat.

I leaned back and let it surge upwards from my scrotum, aching to be grabbed and stroked, as I did through the night --five, six times.

Then I saw the gleaming red marks, streaks of dried blood where Dickie had gnawed and chewed me. What was so pleasurable, I realized, eventually did leave pain scars in the end.

I bit my lip and sat with my penis again aimed into the bowl. A hiss of wasted yellow water swooshed into the bowl and it felt relieving and pleasurable. 

I farted a few times, then stood up and left the bathroom.

Good thing my mother isn't around, she probably went back to her room.

I scurried in the kitchen and saw an appetizing bread roll on the kitchen table. I grabbed it, took a bite, chewed it, then returned back to my room.

My mom was there, holding up my suit and brushing a few imperceptible flakes off the material. I grimaced; today was Sunday, church day, which I hardly ever kept. Mom had separated from dad, he now lived in Brooklyn, a subway ride away. But he always taunted me, calling me sissy and such. At least now he would leave me alone.

And though church attendance wasn't assigned in the summertime, it was expected that the students who had remained in the city would make it a habit of attending weekly mass, though, those few who had remained, hardly ever did. 

"Aw, mom," I lied. "There's a game I gotta go to, it's important."

"What game?" she erupted, shaking her head. "It's Sunday. You know you have to go to Mass. School starts in a few weeks, what's Mother Superior going to say about your absence?"

"Hell, mom, I ain't in their school anymore, you know that?" I scratched my head. "Plus, mom, I promised. The guys expect me there..."

She looked at me. "What guys? All summer long you say you have no one to play with and today you say you have to meet some guys." She sternly looked at me. "Who are these guys, I'd like to know...?"

I winced from her outrage. "Petey and Frankie," I blurted, naming two guys at school who hardly ever showed up for Sunday mass, much less even knew I was still alive. "I play shortstop," I continued. "Without me the game will be lost, that's for sure."

My mother looked at me, tossing the suit down. "Go to your stinking game," she said. "See if I care..." And she turned and walked out of my room. I looked after her then smiled, glad that my lie had been so convincing.

But in the kitchen, after I put on my dungarees, my mother shouted, "Wash your face, young man! I don't know what kind of gook have on it, Jesus!"

I froze but went to the sink and splashed my face with water. Last evening, after he had cum on my face two times, Dickie said I look more attractive. "Leave it on," he suggested, "no one will ever know," and proceeded to kiss my face and mouth. 

How many times did he do that, ejaculate on my face? Whatever it was, it was heavenly! 

The man was an awesome load of shooting scum. Each time I shut my eyes and held my face out he sprayed his cooling paste directly from his vibrant shooting cock onto my starved facial pores. 

God, it was heavenly! Like a divine treat that's for sure.

I washed my face and the back of my neck with some regret, then dried myself with a towel.

My mother scolded me from the other room. "Mrs. Towarsky says she will drop by this afternoon, along with her daughter, Shosha. You remember Shosha, a lovely little girl?"

I scowled. "Aw, mom," I said in the doorway. "Today will probably be a double game, you know, one right after the other. I'll be home late."

"So what?" she said. "You used to go to school with Shosha, or have you forgotten? Just because she's in a new school in the Bronx doesn't mean you can't be friends anymore. Mrs. Towarsky is still my cousin, remember that. I'm sure Shosha would love to see you."

I glared at mom and slammed the door behind me. Oh, screw her and screw Shosha most of all! 

Shosha was my age and we had been in the same class for years, living a few doors from each other, so that we walked to school and back almost every day. Just because she moved to the Bronx doesn't mean she's that important, I thought. Anyway, I heard rumors about what she had become. Like a hooker, some guys said...

Aw, the hell with them all!

I walked through the quiet Sunday morning streets to Fifth Street and Avenue B and C, passing sleeping buildings, with hardly a resident stirring. Discarded beer cans lined the street throughout. A few times I passed strewn garbage, as if someone had been looking for lost treasure which couldn't be found. Or maybe it was found the seeker had ceased looking through the other trash cans which lined the streets.

But as I got closer to Dickie's building, I felt my hardon growing stiff and rigid. A few times I'd pass someone, and I was certain they could see the stiffness in my own crotch. That by the time I reached Dickie's building and climbed the vacant stairs to his fourth-floor apartment, I had pulled my hard prick out, as if to show I was ready for anything. I knocked on his door.

Again, I rapped on his door, a little louder and more forcefully. "Dickie, it's me, Timmy!"

I heard footsteps shuffle across the rooms and come to a halt at the front door. "Who is it?" he feebly said.

"Timmy," I answered, surprised at his forgetfulness. "From yesterday, you remember. Can you let me in?"

By then my hardon had stiffened even more as it surged out of my zipper. Dickie opened the door and gaped wide eyed at me standing with my stiff prick surging out of my pants. 

"What the hell?!" he blurted, looking up and down the hall; I was certain I heard movement behind another doorway. Dickie grabbed my arm and pulled me in to his door, slamming it shut behind me.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed, rubbing his shaking head. "Just because I do it to you doesn't mean you can out and show what we were doing." He shook his head again. "My God, think of the trouble!" He collapsed to the couch in the kitchen and looked at me. "And never use my name out of this room," he nervously said. "It's our secret name, you know." He tried to wink but rubbed face and yawned instead. 

I felt very stupid and dumb. But I also began to suspect that Dickie wasn't his real name, still I was curiously amazed by the red frilly negligee Dickie wore. (To me he would always be a dick...) It hung on him from neck to foot without another piece of clothing on him. Under the negligee he was nude, no wonder his hurried stance in the doorway. My penis still stood out.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Thought you would've like to see me..." I clutched my stiff penis and tried reinserting back in my pants. Dickie cleared his throat and stood up.

"Honey," he said, putting an arm about my shoulder. "You've got to be more careful. Many people don't understand what two guys in a room do together." He stood next to me and again pulled out my still-stiff cock.

"Ouch!" I spluttered, pushing him away. "It burns..."

He looked at me curiously. "What burns, how?"

I blushed. "Your teeth," I said, lowering my head. "You bit me, a lot too."

"Oh, poor baby," he said, again putting his arm around me. "Let's go to the bedroom so you can show me."

I shrugged as he swished in his red negligee and drew me to the bed.

"Why do you wear that thing?" I asked, gesturing to the frilly nightdress. "It's for women, you know," and I blushed.

"Hah, and I can't wear it!? he angrily said, pushing himself off the bed. "I have much dainty things than women have." He opened a closet door showing various negligees hanging aligned from hangers. "They're mine," he proudly said. "All mine, plus I have a few boys who love to wear them, too."

Many negligees in red, pink and black hung like sentinels alertly guarding their protectorate. My mouth dropped open with my breathing very shallow. I stood up and went to the to the cabinet. Dickie turned red and coughed.

"Is that something for me or are you just happy to see me?" he said, smirking and nodding towards my erection.

"Huh, what...?"

"Never mind," he said, shutting the closet door. "Old joke." He held me by the hand as he led me back to the bed. 

"What old joke?" I asked.

He sighed and told me about Mae West and her old-time raunchy movies and how she was always flirting with men, but her flirtations were nothing but cunning sexual teasing and baiting. Which of course, the horny men so blindly bit into. 

Strangely with Dickie, I felt very safe as he explained these things about Mae West, and his wearing that frilly negligee made me feel safe in his arms. Very feminine, too, though his hard masculinity could not be disguised. 

"Honey," he said, "you have too many clothes on." And he started removing my T-shirt, to which I just lay back as the clothes were taken from my body. In a matter of seconds, I lay there nude. I thought of my days wearing a cowboy hat in Coney Island. And I wondered if perhaps Dickie wasn't the same man with me in the restroom... The thought made me harder.

Dickie yawned heavily, removing his glasses and shaking his head.

"You came much too early," he yawned again, picking up a wristwatch from the corner bed table. "Oh, my God, it's not even nine yet!"

I frowned, feeling very guilty. "Sorry," I muttered. And almost instantly my penis lost its hardness, quickly getting soft, just a feeble meaningless muscle adhering to my skin. 

I also yawned, making a stretching sound, but he whispered, "Shh, let's just rest and be still." He pulled a bed sheet over us. "You hold my dickie," he whispered, "and I'll hold yours."

Hmm, so that's where got his name from, my dickie... I smiled.

I felt has hand groping my half-hard penis and I wined from his bite marks along my cock, but I too clutched his softening prick. We held each other's penis that a calmness and stillness settled upon us, my penis still hard, as his softened and shrank into limpness. On the street, I heard a police siren loudly blaring then softening into muteness. I settled closer to Dickie....

I jerked my eyes open. I heard laughter. I bolted up, the room was very bright and sunny, with more laughter from the street below. Dickie had rolled over to the other side.

Now when did that happen? I wondered, glancing at the watch on a corner table. 10:45 it read. Wow, so I slept too!

I got out of bed and glanced at Dickie; he lay perfectly still, a soft snore coming from him. I stroked my hard cock and walked through the kitchen, entering the tiny bathroom, with just a toilet bowl and a door that didn't seem to shut. I peed, farted, and left the toilet unflushed; didn't want to wake up Dickie, I smiled, and returned to the bedroom.

Dickie had not moved. I went to his closet and carefully opened the door. The gleaming negligees beamed back at me. I felt myself growing still harder. Daintily, I dared my fingers closer to the negligees. Almost in a hypnotic trance, I touched one. My mouth was open, and I was slowly and nervously breathing in and out. The hypnotic feeling was heavenly!  

I lightly fingered the black negligee, just slightly, feeling its glimmering softness. Then raised my other arm and stroked the other side, letting it shimmer on me, now unconcerned that Dickie might awaken and see. I pushed my face into the fabric. My eyes were shut, my breathing was very deep and heavy, with my stiff dick out before me. 

The negligee fell from the hanger onto my head and around my face. It was as if someone had gripped and caressed me, all my senses taken by another. 

Dickie coughed and I froze, petrified and scared that I had been caught. I turned to see him, the negligee slipping off my face. He lay on his side, his own red negligee opened to one side, showing his huge hard dick.

"Put it on," he whispered. "Put it on, honey, and come back to bed."

With the negligee going around my shoulders I felt myself becoming a new being, a feminine one, softening, abating, yielding to an unexpressed tenderness I never knew I had to offer. 

If clothes make the man or the boy, then this was a new birthing of a woman/girl who was very eager for it to happen.

Like a giggling teenage girl, I wrapped the negligee around me and happily climbed into bed. Dickie was stroking his penis through the negligee but let go and put his arms around me. 

A glimmer of my black and his red negligees melded together as one, that our faces met open-mouthed, kissing, our mouths sucking each other up. 

Dickie broke from me, pushing himself down, and swallowed my little penis. I eyed his massive, huge muscle, now coming closer in my direction.

The previous evening, I saw it too, but kept my mouth clenched as it spat and shot out its fresh, vibrant, male eruption right in my face. 

In my dreamy state I recalled Coney Island and sitting naked with my eyes shut as a man stood above me. And of course, the hurried times I followed my landlord to the basement. Leading me to countless other men who groped me in various restrooms... Did I now miss them?  

Still, I kept my mouth closed as Dickie prodded and probed lips with his organ. Suddenly, a great spasm gripped me. I was cumming! I grimaced as my lips fell open, his penis surged in. I felt my body wasting away, molding into another's, that it seemed to last forever. A great peace and acceptance fell over me, this releasing of my scum into another's mouth, just as his was doing unto mine.   

I felt Dickie's body clench and tighten underneath mine, then he rocked uncontrollably and spewed in my mouth and face. As in Coney Island, that sensation swept through my body. As happened before --with other man spraying my face-- the scent, that beautiful dew-like scent, refreshed my senses and feelings.

Still, my eyes opened in confusion, and they were instantly watery, my throat clenched. I gagged. 

No, it can't be that, I thought, a dick plunged and replunged into my mouth!

I gagged once more, his dick plopped out, and something came up, splattering all over outside my mouth, vomit, saliva and scum. Dickie instantly pushed me off, but I retched again puking on his and my negligees. 

"No!" he shrieked. "Oh, no!"

He succeeded in pushing me off him. I lost my balance, slid off the bed and went crashing off the bed. The black negligee twisting around me, saturated with my vomit. 

I puked again, trying to get up off the floor. But I slipped on the moist once-frilly negligee now clinging around my weak and enraged torso. 

I succeeded in standing up and tore the negligee off me, throwing it down to the floor, and running from the room. 

"What are you doing, be careful, don't rip it!"

I raced to the kitchen, gagging and coughing. I lowered my head into the sink, where I gagged and puked some more. 

Dickie came after me, also disrobed. I dryly gagged once more. 

"If you want to play at sucking cock," he bitterly said. "You'd better get used to the taste of another's scum." 

He sighed, and said sadly, "It happens to everyone, scum and vomit." He put on his glasses. "It's only natural. I sucked my fourth or fifth cock before I held in and swallowed. No vomit after that."

We looked at each other. He was shaking his head. "But you didn't really suck and swallow, well, almost... But it's a start, and you're quickly getting there." We looked at each other. "And you know, honey, the taste of another's scum is delicious, and well worth the waiting for, isn't it?"

Yes, it was a beautiful taste, much like morning dew...

I fell to the couch. "I'm sorry," I said, "I knew you were going to be mad that I did such a thing, puking all over." I dry belched again, gagging once or twice. 

"What puke?" he asked shaking his head. "More like birthing pains, if you ask me. I know exactly what you're going through," he nodded. "And at your age, why I'm very impressed." We looked at each other. "How old are you, anyway?" I told him, he breathed out and smiled, "Well, at least you're legal, honey."

I settled against him, wiping my lips. He held me very gently and tenderly, his arm around me as I cuddled next to him. We held each other for a while, until he nudged me. 

"But the place is starting to smell," he said, pushing me off. "Hey, why don't you take a bath while I clean up, okay?" 

He pulled me to a kitchen bathtub covered in a corner of the room. There was one in my house too, I thought. He lifted the metal cover and ran hot water into the tub. 

"Perfect," he exclaimed. "The hot water is running, and in no time, you'll be rid of that smelly puking stench that's around you."

He held out his arm and I took it, raising one leg and stepping into the tub. I slid down in the water. It was relaxing and peaceful; I had never experienced such a feeling of contentment and acceptance. I bit my lip and marveled at the man for accepting me so readily. He stooped down, and tenderly kissed the top of my head.

"Wash up, and I'll be right back," he said, walking across the small kitchen. "I might even join you in the tub," he shrugged in the doorway, "that is, if I fit!" And he giggled, winked at me, and went to the other room.

I also smiled, feeling very contented, and stuck my head under water. I love that feeling of being surrounded by water. In a bit, I surged back up, gasping for air, reaching for tiny bar of soap and lathering myself as best I could. 

Again, I ducked under water, but surged right back up. Dickie came from the other room with two soiled and wet negligees. He smiled at me and put the negligees in a bag along with some other clothes. 

"Guess I'll take these to the drycleaners, they're open till one or two," he snorted. "As usual I'll say my wife puked all over herself." And he winked at me. "You know what women can be like," he added, shaking his head. "Woman, ech! What good are they, but an utter waste?" He made a face, grimacing.

I stood up from the tub and reached for a soiled towel which Dickie was holding out to me. With my toes I nudged the water plug until it made a phlegmatic snorting gurgle as it finally washed out. 

"Good, my turn now," he said. "I must take a hurried bath before they shut the hot water off." He dipped his arm in the water. "Damn, got to hurry up, it's getting cool already." He removed his glasses and stepped into the bathwater. "You go in the other room, honey. I'll come in and join you in a jiffy. We'll both feel much better when I do." And he winked as I stepped into the other room.

I looked at his watch --almost noontime-- and collapsed on the bed. I looked at the bedsheet under me and was impressed; he had changed it to a blue one that covered the mattress with fresh pillowcases at the head.  

I glanced at the open closet where the negligees hung from wire hangers. There were many others, white ones, a green one, a few more black ones, and a frilly little pink baby-doll. My penis instantly re-stiffened.

I went to the cabinet, took the baby-doll off, and put it on.

Perfect! It settled on my shoulders to just below my hips; my stiff dick a welcome accompaniment to it.

"Hmm, I love you," I said aloud to myself, hugging myself too. "Yes, I do, you pretty miss."

Dickie coughed. I turned red, very embarrassed and looked at him. He stood wiping his head and grinning at me. "I love you, too, honey, very much." He puckered his lips and blew me a kiss. I did the same and returned his kiss.

I daintily walked across the room, my penis before me as the baby-doll swirled around me. I looked at Dickie, expecting him to join me, but he started to dress, putting on his glasses and slipping into trousers.

"I'm going out for a bit," he said. "Have to take the negligees to the dry cleaners. They close early on a Sunday. I think one of two. It's already noon. I'll be back in a jiff." 

He looked at me, bit his lip, then opened another closet door and pulled out some catalogs. 

"Meanwhile, you look though these pages. Pick something you really like. I'll order it for you, my treat. There are some nice ones," he said, flipping the pages, "that's for sure." 

He handed me the catalog of frilly feminine dresses, nighties, puffed up bras and girdles. My penis instantly grew to a hardness and stiffness it hadn't reached before. 

"And remember, no jerking off till I return," he said, pushing his glasses back. "It will be so much better when we jerk-off and cum together. The catalog might even make you a cocksucker and swallower," he winked, "one never knows." I turned red as he blew me a kiss and shut door behind him.

I listened to the locks clicking and turning shut, then his footsteps receding down the hall as he descended the stairs. I was alone in Dickie's apartment. It was strange, I had never been alone in someone's apartment before, and I like the feeling. 

Many times, as I wandered through the endless streets, I'd pass hundreds, no, thousands of apartments, each holding secret lives in a fleeting moment of time. 

Didn't I want to go in one and see how each one was lived? I did, that was my nameless yearning, to see how a live was lived and perhaps share in the life. That's where my loneliness stemmed from, that I could never be a part of someone's life, until now.

I sighed, very content, being in this apartment and sharing the bed Dickie had slept on. I had slept on it, too. I hugged Dickie's pillow and held it atop of me. 

Wish it was Dickie, I thought. My penis was very stiff. I squeezed it a bit but remembered Dickie's admonition: No jerking off! Of course, he was right; it was his apartment, and I was a guest on his bed, hoped I could be more...

I sighed and stood up. Oh, yes, the catalogs! 

I went back to bed, clutching a few catalogs, and sat down cross-legged. 

Wait a minute, girls don't sit like that, I blushed. I'm a sissy and sitting like that is for guys.

I shook my head and put me two legs together to the side, my scrotum and balls glimmering so obscenely, I giggled. 

I flipped through the catalog. Michelle's, Fashions for Ladies and Others 1964 it read. What Others? I wondered. 

A picture of a woman in a pink outfit graced the cover, but there was something hungry about the woman, her mouth slightly agape with her eyes in some unexpected pleasure. Something had stirred her only to what was clearly erotic lust, or so I imagined. Clearly, that's the only thing I was able to discern from the pictures and drawings in the catalog. I turned a few pages...

Bras with push-up cleavages, panties with cut-out fronts, shimmering weaving negligees in various colors and patterns all beamed from the pages. 

It was beautiful!

Cup-less French bras, with padded buttocks in exposed girdles, and a come-hither look, the catalog called it. 

A woman, or someone, could spend hours lusting and dreaming of the images on the catalog pages, which was exactly what I was doing!

I held the catalog to my chest and rolled stop it. If I hadn't agreed to Dickie's No Jerking Off admonition, I'd be drenched in my own scum by now... 

I whimpered and rolled onto my back. Being a boy was so stupid, they'd always call you a sissy, anyway.  

I had to be a girl, no question about that. Well, at least a sissy girl. Limp-wristed and flirty, a totally dumb girl, that's what I would be. A dumb bitch bimbo, a sissy fag, a cocksucking sissy fag!

I froze; the front door lock turned. I heard giggles and the door opened, with someone passing through and shut the door behind them.

"Don't worry," I heard Dickie's voice. "She's just like you, you know. She's sweet, as you are, too." I imagined him blowing a kiss at whoever.... 

Dickie entered the bedroom followed by young boy, perhaps my age or maybe a little younger. I sat up, my legs together with my bullocks still rounded at my legs. I looked nervously at them, biting my lips, as the boy stood blushing as well, and biting his own lips.

We looked at each other, both of us shy, nervous, uncertain of what to do. The boy sulked, then turned and went to a small drawer and removed articles of female clothing.

I glanced at Michelle's catalog; it looked as if it was coming alive. The pictures and drawings in the catalog now seemed to be stirring as they were removed from the drawer. Bras and blouses and even a blond wig came out. My penis was stiff and eager for the clothes to be on me.

Dickie looked at me, once gain pushing up his glasses. "You like?"

I nodded, open-mouthed. "Uh huh," I breathed. "Very much so..."

"By the way, this Shelly," he said. "Shelly, this is Timmy."  

But Shelly had removed his shirt and jeans, as if impatient to be rid of the apparel he had on. As I watched him, I felt an incredible jealousy and resentment at his having so many feminine articles. 

It wasn't fair; in no time he had altered from being a dull boy into an attractive pretty girl. And not a silly teenager as I wanted to be but a young woman with a blond wig atop her head, and a necklace around her neck. Irresistible, and I instantly hated her.

"You like?" repeated Dickie again to no one, breathing heavily and rubbing himself in his pants.

I shrugged. She's okay," I mumbled. "But I can do better..."

"Hah!" Shelly flared, viciously her foot on the floor. "My ass, you can do better!"

Dickie came between Shelly and me. "Girls, girls," he said, shaking his head. "Behave yourselves, be ladies and not uncivil boys with hardly any manners at all." 

He pulled me to stand up, my erection protruding out of the baby-doll, and took Shelly's other arm, drawing us close together. I could see she was gritting her teeth. Dressed as she was, I thought, what else could I call her, certainly not a he?

"C'mon girls, kiss and make up," said Dickie. "We have so many things to discover about each other." He looked from me to Shelly. "Don't we, pretty girls?"

I blinked my eyes as I felt her blouse swaying against my arm and saw her looking at me. She certainly was attractive, that's for sure. 

I shut my eyes, moving a little closer to her. Still, I was surprised when her lips pressed against mine. We kissed open-mouthed and I felt that strange tingling shiver going through me as our heads separated. 

She blushed and smiled at me; I smiled back, feeling embarrassed. Given time, I knew, love would surely grow.

"That's my little angels," smiled Dickie, holding us by the arms again. "That's what I want to see, my two sweet girls falling in love."

Shelly blushed and giggled, as I turned red and also giggled. Dickie pulled us on the bed, but Shelly had already sat down, pulling her skirt down, just as girls always do. 

I sat beside her and watching as Dickie was removing his clothes until he stood nude before us. Shelly and I looked hungrily at his stiffening cock. He lowered himself to the bed and settled himself between us.

We nestled on each side of him as he kissed us in turn, back and forth, first one then the other. Each of our hands groped at his big penis and balls. Its adult hugeness was awesome compared to Shelly's or my childish stiffness. 

We were mere boys --or girls-- faced with a real, massive, overly ripe man, but one who eager and very curious over our carefree naiveté. 

Boys as girls? I certainly had much to learn...

"That's right," said Dickie, nodding his head and looking at me. "You're now one of us, a queer sissy." We kissed and I blushed. "But remember," he continued, "what goes on in this room stays in this room. No idle boastful show-off chattering," he turned to Shelly, "that's what will get you in trouble, eh?" He cleared his throat. "But you have a worthy replacement in Timmy. Are you glad your three months are coming to an end?"

Shelly shrugged. "I suppose..."

What were they talking about? I wondered. What's coming to an end?

I looked at Dickie. "What's going on?" I asked. "Why is he so sad?"

Shelly sat up. "You haven't told him?"

"Told me what?" I blurted, also sitting up. 

Dickie sighed but pushed up, getting out of bed. He took off his glasses off and rubbed his face. "Shelly agreed to stay for three months and learn what she can about being a queer girl, how to suck cock and swallow, how to take it up the ass, and other things. But now in a week her three months will be over, and we agreed another will take her place." He looked at me, "I thought it could be you, care to try it?" 

I was confused. But be a queer in three months? I knew I was already one, but I couldn't leave mom just like that... I shook my head, but saw his wristwatch, 5:15 it read.

I bolted upwards. "My God, it's almost evening. I have to get home."

Dickie shrugged. "Funny, how time hurries by when you're having fun, eh?"

Shelly beside him giggled.

"I have to go," I said. "My mom will be mad I was gone all day." I took off the pink baby-doll I was so fond off and started to put on my jeans and T-shirt.

"What about you," said Dickie to Shelly, "what time are you expected home?"

"Eight or so," he answered. "Today's Sunday and mom wants to get in bed early, you know. Can't stay out later than that, or else she'll be really mad." Shelly looked at me and nodded. "Will she be coming back?"

Dickie studied me as I stood chewing my bottom lip. 

"I don't know, will she?"

I knew that his she, meant me, but would I be coming back? Oh, what the hell, I nodded, why not?

"Oh, goodie," said Shelly, "I like her, she's okay, and not like the other you were teaching." She sneered, "What was her name, Phony, or something like that?"

Dickie shook his head, scowling at us. "Phillipa, her name was Phillipa! How many times must I explain that to you?"

He sighed as Shelly turned to me. "What a laugh she was, and thought she was better than anyone. Well, I didn't like her one bit. Still comes around, claiming she has no money, hah!" She crossed her legs, frantically waving a leg back and forth, not looking at me or Dickie.

He came to me and took my hand; I inevitably glanced down at his cock. It was limp but still hung heavily before him. He walked me to the door, his cock swaying before him. 

"Remember, this is out little secret. No one must know what we do in the room. I did it with Phillipa, with Shelly, and hopefully with you, too."

He winked, tenderly kissed the top of my head, and began to open the door. "See you in a few days, honey."

I stopped, looking at him. "Few days," I muttered, "how come?"

He snorted. "Honey, some of us have work we have to go to."

I sadly nodded my head. "Yeah, I know. Work...my mom goes to work too."

He shrugged and kissed my forehead. "In a few days we'll have more things to talk about." He turned and clicked the locks, opening the door. "Be seeing you, sweetie," he winked and shut the door.

I bit my lip and headed down the stairs, still very confused.

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