I'd ask him. We'd shruu and say he wasn't particularly worried that morning, because the tirst
mt he ever saw me in th.it laundromat, he knew it was fate. And
if it brought him down, it it got him in trouble—well, thai
the fate too. He wasn't going to turn aside from an\ oi it.
Which strangely enough I always took to he some kind ot compliment to me, though I don't really know why.
"So where're we going?" I asked, because it occurred to me th.it that was one hiy question I'd total. the night bei
□ PAULRUSSELL
But now that we were passing Barton's Ridge, it seemed like maybe the time to find out.
"Ever been to New York City?"
He must have known I hadn't.
"Do you live in a skyscraper?" I asked. You'll laugh, but I really did think everybody in New York lived in skyscrapers because there wasn't anything else.
"I live in a slum," he said. He let that sink in, and then he said, "Which you'll love, I guarantee."
"A slum," I said. "Is it dangerous?"
"No more dangerous than you are," he told me.
"So—pretty dangerous," I joked.
"Pretty fucking dangerous," he agreed.
There's really only one other thing I need to tell about that first day. After we finally stopped for the night—we'd driven about two hundred miles away from Owen to somewhere in Pennsylvania—Carlos and I took a blanket and a bottle of scotch and walked about a mile from camp, up along a ridge to where some high voltage power lines cut across. There was this mowed space underneath, and there on that mowed space under the power lines was where 1 had the first real sex of my life.
It came as a total shock to me, because I really had no idea. Carlos spread out the blanket and we drank down about half that bottle o( scutch in ni) time, me because I was dying tor a drink and also excited as hell .it the blow job I knew Carlos was going to give me, and Carlos
because that blow job wasn't all he wanted to do to me and he must've been nervous to see what would happen if he tried everything he wanted
Those power lines were humming, this eerie sound that sort oi
came and went the way cicadas do in summer.
I got drunk in no tune. Carloi lav then- on that blanket, propped ■ .it me. Foi BOmC reason 1 lumped up and started
stnj^mo this Bruo n song from ofl the radio, "Thundei
- to 1 c-t <»tf nervous energy from being cooped up in the
led I was pla tar, and I stomped around
: then pretended I had a mike in my hand and 1 was pumping
out ' ti, oh, oh, oh I hundei Road," 1
me with this faraway dreamy look. I took anoth I thru I was really lnt(i li
All ( ados must've decided something he itood up
B O Y S O F L I F E D
and put his arms around me and held me so tight I thought he was going to crush me. He kissed me and kept holding me with his arms around me so the kiss went on and on—I couldn't get my breath even
it I'd wanted to. But after a while even Carlos had to breathe, SO he pulled hack and looked me Straight in the eve m\A started to unhutton my shirt one button at a time.
It made me dizzy to look at him like that, though it was also probably the scotch. Even it I'd wanted to, I couldn't have moved because of the way his hand was reaching inside my ^hirr and nibbing my skin just barely with his fingertips and touching my nipples —which was something nobody'd ever done to me before. It got me excited like crazy. My dick was so hard in my pants it hurt.
I thought for sure once he had my ^hirr off me he was going to open up my jeans and go down on me. But he didn't. He kissed me again, this time really slow and romantic the way you see guys kiss LiirK, and all the time he kept running his hands over my bare back and slipping them down my pants along my butt.
Then finally he did go down on me, but only after crouching in front of me and rubbing his face against the front of my leans where my dick was pressing up hard against them; unzipping my jeans really slow, teasing me with it so I was going torallv wild; then when he had my dick out
mt he ever saw me in th.it laundromat, he knew it was fate. And
if it brought him down, it it got him in trouble—well, thai
the fate too. He wasn't going to turn aside from an\ oi it.
Which strangely enough I always took to he some kind ot compliment to me, though I don't really know why.
"So where're we going?" I asked, because it occurred to me th.it that was one hiy question I'd total. the night bei
□ PAULRUSSELL
But now that we were passing Barton's Ridge, it seemed like maybe the time to find out.
"Ever been to New York City?"
He must have known I hadn't.
"Do you live in a skyscraper?" I asked. You'll laugh, but I really did think everybody in New York lived in skyscrapers because there wasn't anything else.
"I live in a slum," he said. He let that sink in, and then he said, "Which you'll love, I guarantee."
"A slum," I said. "Is it dangerous?"
"No more dangerous than you are," he told me.
"So—pretty dangerous," I joked.
"Pretty fucking dangerous," he agreed.
There's really only one other thing I need to tell about that first day. After we finally stopped for the night—we'd driven about two hundred miles away from Owen to somewhere in Pennsylvania—Carlos and I took a blanket and a bottle of scotch and walked about a mile from camp, up along a ridge to where some high voltage power lines cut across. There was this mowed space underneath, and there on that mowed space under the power lines was where 1 had the first real sex of my life.
It came as a total shock to me, because I really had no idea. Carlos spread out the blanket and we drank down about half that bottle o( scutch in ni) time, me because I was dying tor a drink and also excited as hell .it the blow job I knew Carlos was going to give me, and Carlos
because that blow job wasn't all he wanted to do to me and he must've been nervous to see what would happen if he tried everything he wanted
Those power lines were humming, this eerie sound that sort oi
came and went the way cicadas do in summer.
I got drunk in no tune. Carloi lav then- on that blanket, propped ■ .it me. Foi BOmC reason 1 lumped up and started
stnj^mo this Bruo n song from ofl the radio, "Thundei
- to 1 c-t <»tf nervous energy from being cooped up in the
led I was pla tar, and I stomped around
: then pretended I had a mike in my hand and 1 was pumping
out ' ti, oh, oh, oh I hundei Road," 1
me with this faraway dreamy look. I took anoth I thru I was really lnt(i li
All ( ados must've decided something he itood up
B O Y S O F L I F E D
and put his arms around me and held me so tight I thought he was going to crush me. He kissed me and kept holding me with his arms around me so the kiss went on and on—I couldn't get my breath even
it I'd wanted to. But after a while even Carlos had to breathe, SO he pulled hack and looked me Straight in the eve m\A started to unhutton my shirt one button at a time.
It made me dizzy to look at him like that, though it was also probably the scotch. Even it I'd wanted to, I couldn't have moved because of the way his hand was reaching inside my ^hirr and nibbing my skin just barely with his fingertips and touching my nipples —which was something nobody'd ever done to me before. It got me excited like crazy. My dick was so hard in my pants it hurt.
I thought for sure once he had my ^hirr off me he was going to open up my jeans and go down on me. But he didn't. He kissed me again, this time really slow and romantic the way you see guys kiss LiirK, and all the time he kept running his hands over my bare back and slipping them down my pants along my butt.
Then finally he did go down on me, but only after crouching in front of me and rubbing his face against the front of my leans where my dick was pressing up hard against them; unzipping my jeans really slow, teasing me with it so I was going torallv wild; then when he had my dick out
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